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Ciel 7d
her
Her beauty was almost sinful,
but taking my eyes off of her
would have been blasphemous.
Kaylee Ann Feb 6
Are you the Heaven’s gate keeper?
Is it your calling to terminate?
Have you walked an inch in my shoes?
Do you know my sorrow?
Do you know my blemishes and what developed them?

No

Yet, you judge
You say I am sinful
You say I am
a fool
dreadful
ungrateful

But

I am hopeful
Beautiful
Faithful

I don't need your flocking.
People will judge when your life is not like their's. Knowing that you are beautiful and have a beautiful future is all you need.
R Dec 2018
This pain ages old
Which follows me everywhere i go
This life full of secrets
Stories untold
The bag full of screams
And memories that I can’t let go
What a journey life is
But now all i wanna do is let it go
To commit a sin
So sinful
That will truely set me free
Free from this bag
Which i am not able to throw
And be free
There are few memories that no matter what you can never let go, they might have occurred when you were a child but they don’t let you go no matter how hard you try
ghostbroadcast Dec 2018
i was in the shower earlier
and i kept turning the temperature
up
up
up
until the water felt like beads of fire
scorching their way through my skin
bringing comfort to the blood
pumping through my veins again

and i wondered to myself
if perhaps
the reason i felt so at peace in the pain
was because i was missing my true home
down
down
down
in the raging depths of ****
Evelyn Ann Nov 2018
Formed out of anger and pain
You are my Sinful Blessing

You grew inside of me
and made us a collection
of recurring nightmares
You are my Sinful Blessing

You are my Blood Sweat and Tears
Both my Hate and my faith
You are me Sinful Blessing

Deeper and Deeper my Wounds get
And slowly the truth was no longer untold

I'm sorry
I'm Sory

But how long do I have to wait?
How many sleepless nights do I have to spend?

The truth untold is no longer mask

Drink up

Will I see you tomorrow?

Will I miss you?
Robin Lemmen Nov 2018
You are trouble. He said with sparkles in his eyes. Is that good or bad? She no more than whispered. How naive, child. To think trouble could ever be perceived as anything but destructive. Bruised is she, the troublemaker with her loyal and trusting ways. To be needed, to be looked at. Not as a challenge, something sinful but something worth staying. Leave her be, if all you see is a firecracker begging to be put to your fire. You are trouble, and she your purest desire. Don't put the blame on her. Your meekness is on nobody but you. Leave her beautiful, not broken to judge her trouble before goodbye.
Not Lauren Oct 2018
Love is varying but you were not what I expected when the word first tarnished my vocabulary. The word is sinful and leaves such a foul taste in my mouth; no one will ever get as sick of the word as I did.

No one's ever surpassed the absurd expectations of this vile word & I don't want to stick around to find out if I’ll fall into its clutches too.
My love is ruined.
Shadow Dragon Oct 2018
Drinking blood
of sinful
bodies
that want
no more
than a hand
to bite down on.

******* every
last drop
of metallic
liquid out
to taste life
the way
it is.
someguy Oct 2018
I scamp around trying to find myself,
All others say – you’re ******* lazy man,
I try to do something others don’t,
People say – oh, look at this child’s moan,
I want to be nothing like everyone else around,
They scream – so, you think you’re better than the rest of us and you want to fly off this ground?

I say – I want to, I try to, I dream no matter what
But in the end I realize, I’m just like everyone else in this ****** world
I’m rotten, sinful and full of ****,
And only with time I realize that I’ve been swallowed by others… and puked back into this dirt
Sinful one,
Attend to your plastic spirit.
What’s your defense?
Thou lack affinity for love.  
Blinded by your blanket of haughtiness,
It is you who is your own enemy, the creator
Not the lover, not the unassertive,
If you so choose your predestination, by all means.
Amuse thyself with the lack of vitality,
The people know because they watch.
No longer is it you that is your enemy,
It is the lover who is your attacker.
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