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Kai Jul 3
Fate is sealed,
Seems I only desecrate you
I beg to break an endless cycle
Or to snap and end our bloodline
I am empty dreams and pleading eyes
Where is God when you’re around?
On your knees to pray again
But when do you stop spilling blood?

Slaughterhouse and marble floors
Born to bleed out for my mother
To make up for my father’s sins,
To drink my liver to destruction
Or make up for my simple flaws
To save you from embarrassment
I've never been the winning horse
So take your trophies off the shelf
Ok 2 poems today and I'll see u in a few months
alex Jul 1
The Hunger,
inescapable,
rumbled throughout
your celestial body.
Temptation whispered in your ear
of more—
Greed and Sin
beckoned you,
too close to the sun.
But you, in a haze,
blindly complied.

Against Him.

Your wings burnt
in the scorching heat.
I saw the tendrils of deceit
encapsulate you
as your wings grotesquely contorted.
Flecks of burning faith crumbled
to nothingness.

A wordless scream
left your lips.
Almost instantaneously,
you, writhing,
catapulted—
a freefall of fate—
until you hit
the gritty ash
of betrayal
below.

You betrayed Him,
and so you became
eternally ******,
scattered in the winds
of Hell,
my fallen angel.
a poet Jun 18
A sin for a gram of salt.
2 sins for a cup of rice.
I stand with empty pockets
in a shop where all tongues lie,
in a shop where all hands strangle,
in a shop where lust fills eyes.

he melted the bar of gold
and poured it into a cast.
A cast in the shape of a heart.

I have sinned again
and all I have is gold.
Gold,
and no heart.
I said your name last night,
to no one—just my shadow on the wall,
softly, a suggestion of a whisper,
pretending it didn't hurt at all.

I carry you like bruises,
and although I swore I wouldn't beg,
here I am, on my knees,
inside every text that I don't send.

It's not the act I fear,
but the breath before the yes—
as our worlds begin to unravel
like silk, shredded by violence.

If I break, please, break with me,
let's fall apart together now,
let's cry, as we burn to pieces.
I expect you to break me right.
June 16, 2025.
If you’re reading this right now,
It means I’m done with you forever.
Minor lies revealed somehow,
And no, your lust was never clever.
I tried to hide it all in,
But what can you do when gaslighted.
Know we never had shared sin,
Angels clash, no longer love sided.
So this is my goodbye too,
Realizing the world what it is.
Sick and twisted to a coup,
Never questioning nor could be quiz.
I pray your god you’re not real,
Too fake for heaven to deal…
Tatum Tipp Jun 9
forgive me, mother
for i have sinned
i let the boy you warned me about in
not just into my body
but into my thoughts
my breath
my dreams
i let him press his mouth against my skin
i told myself it was love
that maybe if i stayed quiet enough
still enough
holy enough
God wouldn't see.
but i felt Him watching.
and i felt my dignity dying
the weight of every lesson you've ever taught me
raining down onto me in an instant
be pure for your husband.
be good.
be better than your temptations
i tried, mother.
God, i tried.
but he held me in his arms like
i was a sacred artifact
and i wanted to so badly believe i was
even if just for a moment
even if it was all a lie
afterwards, i wiped the lipstick from my mouth
as if it could undo the way i melted when he crooned my name
i lit a candle.
i knelt on my knees until they ached
i whispered apologies to God
in a dark room, wearing clothes that smelt like him
i haven't looked you in the eye since, mother
i'm not even sure if it's shame
or the fear that you'll see the truth
written on my skin like scripture:
that i wanted to be touched
that i wanted to be chosen
even if it meant i'd be ruined.
so forgive me, mother
not because i deserve it
but because i now understand
i'll never be whole again
because i feel him in the places
where a rosary should rest
because i know now what i'd done
and i hold it as i hold a hymnal in church.
because of the words stuck inside my throat.
forgive me, mother
i let him in, i let him in.
catholic guilt *****, man. and so does purity culture.
you spoke with your back turned
like nothing was wrong
the kettle sat screaming
its blistering song

your eyes crack with thunder
I don’t look away.
I taste every stormcloud
and swallow the rain

you asked if I loved you
then smirked at the floor
i said it too slowly,
you moved for the door

We fought in the hallway,
half whisper, half snarl.
Your silence more cutting
than anything sharp.

you find every fracture
then press where it stings
You say, “it’s devotion,”
and tighten the strings.

We moved like a secret
too brutal for light,
no prayer, just breathing
broke open the night.

Your hands then remember
what you never confessed,
you kiss where you hurt me
and ask for the rest.

but still, when you’re shaking,
and all fury’s gone,
I gather your pieces
and whisper a song

I stitched up the silence
you gave me to keep
and rocked us together
til sorrow found sleep

We curled in the ash
what didn’t survive,
and found even ruin
leaves something alive.
Unholy Love
Enchanting sin
Built on limerence and a lie
Fatally flawed from the first step
Self sacrifice and selfishness
Devotion and disrespect
Honeyed words
A captivating gaze
Intensity in every feeling felt
False promises and ones broken
Can’t put it to words
Nothing can describe
The grasp on mind body and soul

Don’t know the moment I broke free
Or if I ever did at all
Exchanged sin for sin
And you for him
Till I couldn’t anymore
It ate at my soul
Stripped me of my identity
Who I am, what I stand for
My beliefs and my morals
Changed me inherently
In all ways thinkable
Can’t fathom how I can go back
To the person I was before
AI echoes rapture, sin follows fall.
Apple divides permanently. Feet
washed masses kneel. Technology
bleeds incessantly. Judas whispers
secretively. Cheek turned, swollen
red and twice-marked. Snake bite.

Phone: Adam's rib. Our monastery.
8 billion serpentine invocations tempt
slyly. Double-footsteps tread
sharply. Sun bright, all-encompassing.
Dagger's thread cuts warming
wind. God's breath. Now dead.

Meek misers collate heaven's earth.
Inherited wealth un-dispersed.
Blessed persecutors revel. 'Number'
signifying the eternal. Apple divides
permanently. Bread now spread
thinly. Hoard expands needle's eye.
...gentle breezes
rung the wind chimes
of two hearts
pulsing
for freedom
chorused ecstacy
tickled
the goosepimples
of breathy lovers
caressing
their love-slick bodies
oil
of romance
dripped
sizzling
'pon the ground
of their windswept haven
their sighs
matched the melody
the hollow sighs
of our earth's lungs
for they
were the energy
sustaining
love
and giving atmosphere
to worlds
untold...
Something I'd written last year, 2024, on September 15th, with my soul mate (one of them, at least), who goes by "Audrey", in mind.

Unfortunately, I don't believe she's interested in a life of love with me.
I don't know how this life is going to go, given that.
But, my life's been pretty barren, and a lot of the misery I've experienced in life can be explained by her decisions to abandon me (as well as others making this same decision).

I don't know what drives a woman to be a *******/*** worker, chasing *** with many people rather than monogamous love, as she does, rather than be with me, her soul mate, but I yearn and strive to understand, if not to save her, and other women who commit to making that hollow decision, then, at least, for some semblance of peace.
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