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anannas-garden · 2 months
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I have pursued wisdom.
I have pursued truth.
Since my first recorded thought
I have been chasing after them.
Ever they seem out of reach
But I have them by the coattails
And I am gaining ground.
A journey that never ends
And which I never want to end.
Always one more step of discovery
One more path of thought to run on down.
Knowledge and understanding
My pleasure absolute.
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anannas-garden · 3 months
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The poison of sacrifice
I was shown a mirror
As they all looked on in horror
"Like someone standing on the corner, flogging themselves for something they hadn't done."
"It was uncomfortable"
Pitty
Shock
Seeing my daily state of mind
Seeping out.
No one had an idea
And I could not believe how horrid the sight.
God complex based on christ
I grew up in reverence
Of holy sacrifice.
Purity
Perfection
Worthy of God's love.
Good enough to be God
How demented the whole affair.
Clawing at my own mind
I could not see how bad it is
How very far gone I am.
I see hatred
Hatred for myself.
I live as one who loathes themselves
And I cannot reason why.
Self-destruction as God does it
Total
And absolute.
I did not like what I see
I am devoured
By the poison of sacrifice.
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anannas-garden · 3 months
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We live in a post truth post trust world and I am rotting inside
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anannas-garden · 5 months
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I suppose it could be said
I overdosed on God.
Had my high at 25
Lost my mind
All these years
Just putting it back together
Moderately happy
One day at a time
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anannas-garden · 5 months
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I rage against God
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anannas-garden · 5 months
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I absolutely believe in God,
And I believe he is evil
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anannas-garden · 5 months
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I play with religion like a game, creating them for sport
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anannas-garden · 11 months
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Hope
It can make the journey pass with ease
Or destroy you when it fails.
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anannas-garden · 11 months
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anannas-garden · 11 months
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Do you know what was in pandora's box?
The fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil?
Free will.
Precisely because the first act of free will for humans
Was in this slight rebellion.
To peer into God's tool chest
To eat from his sacred tree
To steel from God what made God God.
Now we are God
And he can no longer tell right from wrong.
An evil dictate from whom we stole morality.
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anannas-garden · 1 year
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anannas-garden · 1 year
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I wanted to know God
And when I did
I did not like what I had seen.
From the depths of love
To the peaks of hate
God is all too real for me.
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anannas-garden · 1 year
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Sometimes I want to die
And that is ok
Because I know I don't really want to die
I just don't want to be in that moment.
So I outrun the dark thoughts
Stabilize
And look for something beautiful.
Then I smile.
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anannas-garden · 2 years
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Why I am afraid of sex
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I have no idea and all too many.
Fear of being seen
Fear of taking up space
Fear of not knowing what I am doing
Fear of not being perfect
Fear
It is the driving hindrance of my life.
I am afraid of everything because I do not understand everything
I find myself trapped in my own head
Desperately trying to understand.
I get turned around and stressed
Obsessively analyzing every single moment of it
Robotically approaching the situation
Trying to solve a formula
A combination
A puzzle that can be beaten
And then I will know it all
Never struggling again.
I need to be god
And achieve the impossible.
Sex is intimate
And that requires me to remove the mask
The mask that is the lie of me.
I pretend at being bold
Knowledgeable.
I play at being functional
And that I get every joke or innuendo.
I am great at seeming like I know what I am doing
But understanding alludes me.
Intimacy brings me face to face with myself
And that is something I have buried under a million miles of sedimentary masks.
I don't know how to be me.
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