Dmoral

United States


est. 2018
she/her | junior
semi active; chaotic life.
published writer + classics enthusiast.
obsessed with name titled poetry & songs.

Message to Readers

they ask why my poetry always feels so real, why they constantly relate; darling, my poetry is pieces of my life story, entangled with half-truths and lies i feed myself at midnight, while trying to decipher if my pains aren't mine alone--and if i should share

i met god at the grocery store;

September 14, 2020

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i met god at the grocery store; he appeared to me in the form of
a cryptic colored man with wrinkles and folds his face
didn't quite know what to do with. seeing him made me realize
all the things i'm doing wrong, and how we're confessing every one
of our sins (we dare to remember accurately), just to do it again
over again by the next worship we go with our kin.

i met god at the grocery store; i was all flustered and scattered,
too distracted to realize it was him 'til minutes after when i
drove by him and saw his smile that would mean more than all the
angels' halos. he handed me my lost debit card, while i ran around
store freaking out: his eyes crinkled with dignity as his smile
became the definition of sincerity, and his fingers tickled mine
with unrefined purity and generosity
. but at last, if we were broken
down by one another (as we are every time we get together) all one
has left is honor or shame of even living the concept they utter called life.

i met got at the grocery store; and instantly i felt the muse come
over me, every thought froze accordingly, as my fingers itched
for the pen hidden behind my car seat. it's irony really, since most
of my muses come from shower thoughts (every one part of my 
muses
), all the poetry comes from lines i type in my notes app as the
shower head soaks me- and he knows that. fate's telling my heart
he did that on purpose: he's smirking down on you darling, watching as
you write your prose
. while coincidence mocks my consciousness:
how could he know you'd write poetry about him? babe, it'll be okay.

i met got at the grocery store; ever since i've been thinking about that day
as though i was expecting it again tomorrow, but i've refused to drive
that distance 'cause my soul knows not to test pure divinities. so i'll take the
memory and thoughts as though they're braided rays of sunshine kept
me locked in my jewelry box, until i need them one day. 'cause when my
kids ask, mommy, did you meet god? and i'll say: love,  i met god
at the grocery store, and he was so kind and knew i'd live to write and
tell you about it some day.
lowercase intentional.
Finished: 8/24/2020

sorry i'm writing kinda religious pieces (remember what if god was gay? ?) lately, i don't know what's quite come over me lately, i think i'm just writing about different types of faith for the sake of variety and curiosity. anyway, again, no religious politics, please!
aka
so honey, just go with.

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11 Comments
  • Paisley Blue

    Replying: thank you so much for the kind comments in my pieces :) it means a lot to me. Oh, and my profile pic? Yeah, this super-talented author suggested it to me... yeah, her name is Dmoral, have you heard of her? Oh she's awesome ;)


    2 months ago
  • NaiadIna

    This is not the kind of thing I usually read, but wow. Stunning, and I truly mean that. That soul of yours has beautiful words to share. Keep letting them spill out.


    2 months ago
  • inanutshell

    oh wow what a concept. "his eyes crinkled with dignity as his smile
    became the definition of sincerity, and his fingers tickled mine
    with unrefined purity and generosity." ahhh what a description! and "but at last, if we were broken
    down by one another (as we are every time we get together) all one
    has left is honor or shame of even living the concept they utter called life." an utterly beautiful line. love this!


    3 months ago
  • ek503

    "'cause when my kids ask, mommy, did you meet god? and i'll say: love, i met god at the grocery store, and he was so kind and knew i'd live to write and tell you about it some day." hit so hard and ahhhh this entire piece is absolutely gorgeous!!


    3 months ago
  • Paisley Blue

    wow, such a stunning and yet familiar piece. I see god everywhere I go. wonderful writing <3


    3 months ago
  • Cici'sTimes

    My favorite line is "but at last, if we were broken
    down by one another (as we are every time we get together) all one
    has left is honor or shame of even living the concept they utter called life."
    So beautifully written


    3 months ago
  • EliathRose

    The line breaks in this are spectacular! I love this so much.


    3 months ago
  • spurtsofdarkness

    uhuhuhuh the italicized parts really do be killing me on there, this is amazing! and also,

    ''cause when my
    kids ask, mommy, did you meet god? and i'll say: love, i met god
    at the grocery store, and he was so kind and knew i'd live to write and
    tell you about it some day.'
    is the best thing i've read today


    3 months ago
  • Wisp

    Oof Dmoral, ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY???
    "but at last, if we were broken
    down by one another (as we are every time we get together) all one
    has left is honor or shame of even living the concept they utter called life."
    "he's smirking down on you darling, watching as
    you write your prose. while coincidence mocks my consciousness:
    how could he know you'd write poetry about him? babe, it'll be okay."
    "'cause when my
    kids ask, mommy, did you meet god? and i'll say: love, i met god
    at the grocery store, and he was so kind and knew i'd live to write and
    tell you about it some day."
    I can't even be mad about being sad because it's so oh gosh so beautiful that I would puke up rainbows and cry tears of gold and still call myself blessed. Your work shatters me in all the best ways possible, like rain gently hitting windows and leaving streaks to match the tears on your cheeks.


    3 months ago
  • A Certain Type of Decisive

    I don't like a lot of religious poetry-- but this? Excellent-- tastes like high quality in the evening, pairs well with any kind of wine. :)


    3 months ago
  • Lata.B

    Why did this feel so real omg!! Love it!


    3 months ago