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Madeleine Apr 2015
What would blood taste like to new born undead?

Like full plump cherries
Their stone hearts torn out
Their carcasses left shredded down the middle
Obscene and tempting to any eye that notices
Rotting on their own sweet tears
Staining and branding the world
Even after they are devoured

Like rich tingling honey
Stolen from a colony just before winter
Condemning them to starve without a care
While closing their eyes and scraping
One last flavor off the back of their teeth
Do the blood-starved spare a thought?
As to whether workers of futility truly know despair?

Like chocolate.
Freely given from a lover to another
Dulcet and sinful as bringing lips together
Like promises whispered back and forth
That lost their meaning, eroded by life
And were made to completely disappear by their demise
“Until death do we part?”
They scoff.

When could anything ever last that long?
princessninann Apr 2015
You cannot see my guilt
but you can see my lies.
You cannot escape the sin
But why do I have to take it on the chin?

Those pleasures I enjoyed
Those consequences I forgot
And now, I see my death
They are holding my breath.

My heart was beating irregularly
Why are they looking at me?
Am I terrorist that killed a hundred child?
Why throw stones at me?

They judge like a god
They **** with their eyes
I know where to go
To the one who's good and love endures.

I'm on my knees
They'll take my life like a beast
I'm ready.
Then Love approached me.

"He that is without sin among you,
let him be the first to cast a stone at her."

I heard Him saying.
Those eyes who knows nothing
Now they stop throwing.

I found forgiveness
I found freedom
How can the One I hurt the most
Save me and forgive me?

Thou mercy is everlasting
Thou grace is overflowing
You broke my chain
and take my pain.

I found life
I found forgiveness
No guilt no shame.
Thank you for redemption.
This poem is in relation with  John 8:1-7.
8 1 but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives.

2 At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. 3 The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group 4 and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5 In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” 6 They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7 When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”
C Davis Apr 2015
What is it like chasing the sun?
    Like waking up to race it?


And what’s it like chasing it in the opposite direction with me?


Is it like falling
     or like lifting
                  
                      off

                            

                              
                                   a cliff?


Am I a weight on your eyelids?


    Do you feel fresh and full
                          of power
When you're carrying the daybreak
         on your back?


Are you dreaming
when we slide into sunrise

           through
                 sleepless eyes?




Will we forgive ourselves



            Once the moon is small

And the stars cannot hide

         The rising tide in my eyes?




Behind a curtain of clouds
from the sun
I will hide.
Nely Apr 2015
The lord hid the heaven's between her rib cage, but Satan has hid paradise between those thighs.
DD Apr 2015
Part one and two
                                                       I
She looked …how?
Like she’d been broken,
Her heart, has, now
Been lost, stolen….

By the sting,
And eyes that hide,
Overwhelming,
Hidden lies.

Like a rose,filled all with spikes...

                                                    ­    II
Red and green,
It's all a lie,
But desire,
Kept her high.

All is carpe,
And diem,
Regret meets after,
Home, the sin.

Follow pleasure,
And you will write,
A love letter,
Filled with lies.
Phil Lindsey Apr 2015
The dark of night cannot compare
With the unlit cave into which I stare;
Once entered there is no way out.
Fighting still, I thrash about
Reaching for a solid wall
Terrified that I will fall
Farther down into the void
Into the great abyss, destroyed.

No sunlight reaches into Hell
To light the way for those who fell.
No candles burn to show the way
Up from the depths to light of day;
What would have redemption cost
Those wandering souls forever lost?
The fallen will not rise again
For the flames of Hell are black with sin.
PwL  4/18/15
Kitts Apr 2015
I** used to have so much faith
I  used to believe love would last
But now all I know is that love
Can be over so very fast
  
I have loved so many boys and men
But never has it lasted for very long
Either my feelings fade or theirs do
Either way love has done nothing but wrong
  
I hope to someday find a reason
To believe in love again
But until that day comes my way
I believe saying pointless "I love you"s" a sin
AD Sifford Apr 2015
Sometimes we all just feel like giving up
Sometimes we feel like we're just too far gone
To be welcome by the One who made it all
So far we fall

But the truth is He loves us through it all
And the truth is we can never fall
Where we are too far gone
Where we're too far gone
You're never too far gone

Sometimes the walls press in on us too hard
Sometimes we break into the dark beyond
And when life is hitting harder than you're strong
It won't let up
But don't give up!

The truth is He loves us through it all
And the truth is we can never fall
Where we are too far gone (gone)
Where we're too far gone (gone)
You're never too far gone
|Written October 30, 2011|

I never actually finished this one. The second verse was a temporary placeholder, and after the second chorus there was supposed to be a bridge, which I never wrote, then a final chorus. Overall I was never satisfied with it, and as it stands the lyrics are far too shallow for my taste.
While Too Far Gone is based in my former religious beliefs, perhaps I'd like to reincarnate the root idea into a new song sometime in the future. But this particular version is no longer at work-in-progress status, so I'm posting it in accordance with my goal of tracking a viewable journey of myself through poetry over the years.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poems, but I ask that you show courtesy. Please be honest about the authorship by attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
imara Apr 2015
it ended in a flurry
of falling feathers
and rising ashes.

and when the saints
had prayers dangling
like hangmen on their lips,

*it was from your mouth
that heaven drew
its sweetest sin.
funny how inspiration can come from the smallest of things. tried something new based on an emoji of a kiss.
Emily Dolde Apr 2015
All these common hours
Have a theory
But, what does time
Really tell?
It brings the point closer
When we're all living
In hell.
Flashbacks are
A virtue
But,can also be
A sin.
The pain still burns
From within.
These glass walls close
The memories in.
Yet, this is the price
I will pay
Just to fade away.
But I will soon expire.
To them I am just
A grain of sand
Waiting to be
Washed away.
But, my secret is
That I, the lonely grain of sand,
Make up the glass
That keeps me in.
I am my own cage;
My combination unbreakable.
Will anyone let me out
During these common hours
While I still have air?
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