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At the Feet of Angels* by GrubbsWriting, literature
Literature
At the Feet of Angels*
I find peace in gazing into the sky.
The Heavens that await seem to call out to me.
Glorious if not invigorating are the senses brought on,
by such sights not yet even beheld by these eyes, my own!
Though patient, I long to walk the bright and cloudy gardens...
To speak with ancient beings and angels,
And see lost loves once and forever again.
Blessed am I, in my desire,
for my inclinations have guided me
all the closer to Those Gates so white,
Yet far from the cold grasp of untimely demise.
Surely the ideals held in mind
Have been whispered to me in my dreams.
I am aware of my difference amongst my fellow man...
Such is both bl
The Suffering I Disavow by GrubbsWriting, literature
Literature
The Suffering I Disavow
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still d
