A poem I wrote last night

[*Deidre*]

I wrote this poem last night. I'm a member of another site, where I posted it. ''You'' = ''God.''

I've been deconverted from Christianity for a while, and for some reason, I'm still hung up on all the wasted time I spent clinging to religion. Guess it takes time. I was a Christian for a lot longer than I've been an atheist.

Anyway-just sharing ...

All This Time

All this time
I spent chasing You
When I could've spent it
Chasing my dreams

All this time
I spent trusting in Your Word
When I could've spent it
Trusting my intuition

All this time
I spent in church
Waiting, praying, hoping
For You to show up

All this time
I spent on my knees
When I could've spent it
Dancing or swimming or something else

All this time
I spent feeling guilty
When I could've spent it
Planting a garden

All this time
I spent loving You
When I could've been
Loving myself

[ignoramus]

Don't be sad!
He'll always be there for you if you every decide to have him back!
He'll never ever give up on you, all you have to do is whisper his name in a moment of despair
and he'll be the first one in your heart to comfort you!
Never forget, he is looking out for you even though you have abandoned him, that's his job.

Nah! just fucking with you matey!
You seem to still have some emotional attachment to "that" part of your life!
You DO know it's all bullshit, I hope!
There is no Jebus or skydaddy! I promise!
Who on earth are you talking to in your poem?

[vodkafan]

Hey Deidre I liked your poem.
You have the rest of your life now to be free. Good for you.

[Whateverist]

That's the thing about god belief. You did have a relationship even though there was nothing out there relating back to you. I dare say your love was not returned and that never feels good. So deciding/realizing He isn't really out there is a real loss nonetheless. Some grieving/melancholy is to be expected. Our feelings and emotions are not hardwired to our rational minds the way we might wish them to be.

[*Deidre*]

Don't be sad!
He'll always be there for you if you every decide to have him back!
He'll never ever give up on you, all you have to do is whisper his name in a moment of despair
and he'll be the first one in your heart to comfort you!
Never forget, he is looking out for you even though you have abandoned him, that's his job.

Nah! just fucking with you matey!
You seem to still have some emotional attachment to "that" part of your life!
You DO know it's all bullshit, I hope!
There is no Jebus or skydaddy! I promise!
Who on earth are you talking to in your poem?

lol I know. Writing has given me an outlet for some of the residue that's still left over, I guess.

And I'm talking to 'God,' in this poem. It's a facetious play on words.

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Hey Deidre I liked your poem.
You have the rest of your life now to be free. Good for you.

Thank you, I've been deconverted for a while, but...sometimes...every now and again, I find that I'm still angry over all the wasted time spent on religion in my life. :/ Thanks for your comment!

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That's the thing about god belief. You did have a relationship even though there was nothing out there relating back to you. I dare say your love was not returned and that never feels good. So deciding/realizing He isn't really out there is a real loss nonetheless. Some grieving/melancholy is to be expected. Our feelings and emotions are not hardwired to our rational minds the way we might wish them to be.

This helped me a lot, thanks so much for taking the time to write it to me. And hopefully it can help others too, struggling with not the letting go of god part...I found that to be the easiest part once I reconciled that I no longer believed. It's letting go of my former self, and the anger over wasting 'all that time.'

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

A poem I wrote this morning:

'I'm going to have my eggs boiled.
I'd've have oatmeal, but the milk was spoiled.'

Exaunt to thunderous applause

Boru

[ShaMan]

Exaunt to thunderous applause

Boru

[*Deidre*]

A poem I wrote this morning:

'I'm going to have my eggs boiled.
I'd've have oatmeal, but the milk was spoiled.'

Exaunt to thunderous applause

Boru

I happen to like oatmeal.

[ignoramus]

Don't be sad!
He'll always be there for you if you every decide to have him back!
He'll never ever give up on you, all you have to do is whisper his name in a moment of despair
and he'll be the first one in your heart to comfort you!
Never forget, he is looking out for you even though you have abandoned him, that's his job.

Nah! just fucking with you matey!
You seem to still have some emotional attachment to "that" part of your life!
You DO know it's all bullshit, I hope!
There is no Jebus or skydaddy! I promise!
Who on earth are you talking to in your poem?

lol I know. Writing has given me an outlet for some of the residue that's still left over, I guess.

And I'm talking to 'God,' in this poem. It's a facetious play on words.

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Hey Deidre I liked your poem.
You have the rest of your life now to be free. Good for you.

Thank you, I've been deconverted for a while, but...sometimes...every now and again, I find that I'm still angry over all the wasted time spent on religion in my life. :/ Thanks for your comment!

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That's the thing about god belief. You did have a relationship even though there was nothing out there relating back to you. I dare say your love was not returned and that never feels good. So deciding/realizing He isn't really out there is a real loss nonetheless. Some grieving/melancholy is to be expected. Our feelings and emotions are not hardwired to our rational minds the way we might wish them to be.

This helped me a lot, thanks so much for taking the time to write it to me. And hopefully it can help others too, struggling with not the letting go of god part...I found that to be the easiest part once I reconciled that I no longer believed. It's letting go of my former self, and the anger over wasting 'all that time.'

The best way to feel about it is to realise that all experiences are learning experiences.
You had to go through that to be where you are now ... A small price to pay for clarity of mind! (And no small furry animals got hurt in the process)
Well done.

[ShaMan]

I happen to like oatmeal.

A poem I wrote just now...

Oats are not a meal
Steak is rather the fare
I'd not dare chance to steal a meal
Of meat that was not rare

If meal is served with wine
And steak is served with beer
Then yeast, at least, is served with both
And both are there served here

In either event
I thus will dine
And meal shall be my meat

And if in this
I have some beer
Then wine shall be my solace