Ibex

United States

Christian
as in Presbyterian Church in America
(denomination)
Writer
Novelist
Reader
Ambivert or something
Self-proclaimed band nerd
Planet Earth nerd
etc, etc
Joined September 10, 2019

Message from Writer

Favorite songs (hymns edition):
--Rock of Ages
--It is Well With my Soul
--Be Still My Soul
--Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
--Be Thou My Vision
Go read all the lyrics, I dare you.

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Sometimes I tell stories. Most of the time I rattle my soul until I break and my heart spills out onto the page.

I tell stories not because I want to find God, but because He's already found me.
I don't think I'll ever really understand.

chills

July 10, 2020

FREE WRITING

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the haze spreads its translucent fingers over the morning dew
fog rising unashamed from the forest floor and up into the heavens
twisting its ribbon arms around your neck and placing its feathered hands
over your eyes until your vision becomes a waterfall of misery
sweaty air sticks to skin like honey but tastes like vinegar
drips from the roof of your mouth and down your throat until you gag
pea soup breezes so thick that the morning nearly clogs your trachea
these are mornings when the world sends chills down your spine
and the maggots burrow themselves into your bone marrow
and the worms coil themselves through your gut and spit venom
fill yourself to the brim with death and then vomit it out
hope you get the last traces of the world’s fatal poison and empty yourself
but you know you can never be clean your heart is too stone for that
and your chains constrict your wrists until your hands are purple
this is your fault isn’t it, you chose this muck for yourself
you count to ten and erase the words from your memory
obedience isn’t worth anything to you just mutilated freedom
sink your knees into the rotten mud of yesterday’s thunderstorm
and cry because there is no one reaching down to save you
the moon blinks its silver eye at you uncaring unconcerned
but wait dry your fiery tears little one and lift your eyes upwards
don’t forget the promise in eden the cursed serpent
he shall bruise your head and you shall bruise his heel
don’t fear little one, hope comes for you, the Savior dies for you
body broken blood poured out and you are white as snow
For some reason I really like Genesis 3... Especially Genesis 3:15.
Today I escaped from the desert (read Bitterness on my Tongue or Nightmares and Long-Lost Slumbers for that reference) and went to the forest.

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