but even with all of the worlds knowledge,
flitting at my finger tips
my soul is on empty
my faith is shattered hopes & toxic dreams.
this world we live in only takes your spirit.
with its messages that are hidden
by personal agendas of one sided views.
their visions, their glory, their only way out
if life had a meaning, it was put onto pages dipped in holly ink.
newspapers and global newscasters are making it clear.
this world is no better,
the people are still fucked up.
yet I am hoping and praying on mismatched equations
that my life will have some sort of a meaning.
so as I knell down on rugged knees
shunning bibles and the preachers prayers.
I depict of my moral being and fool around with religion.
because I am too afraid to analyze the world
through open-minded glasses to find the lost answers
on my concrete faith.
Author notes
"I pretend to be religious, just so my life can have some meaning"
That is one of the secrets I found on the postsecret website.I felt that this has more to do with life and the "search" we all go through to find the meaning of it all.
I wouldn't say I wasn't religious, I would just say that I am still at the point of my life where religion is something I am still understanding and searching for. I am open to different people's beliefs, as long as they understand that I have the right to still be questioning my faith. No one can judge me. You can hate me for my decisions, but I won't hate you for yours. Everyone has their own path to follow. I am still in the dark.
Also for refernece I used the song, "Perfect Symmetry" by Keane as inspiration. If you listen to the song or google the lyrics, you will understand what I am talking about.
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This poem is what I have been trying to say for years. It's fucking perfect. I want to comment more in-depth later.



