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Nolan Willett Apr 2019
I would like to meet my true potential
I don’t think he’d be so provincial
I’d like for him to be influential
Maybe even presidential
And life would not be so abysmal
Hedonistic ways not quite so sinful
To friends and family essential
Words not so banal and artificial
But instead heartening and meaningful
Melody Mar 2019
Melancholy bliss are your breaths,
Romances a heart straight to exile
Leaving only your desolation,
Death ain’t got a dime on you.

The salesman of disillusions
Happily shredding logic
Greedily you give all we loath

To observe,
An impending demise
As grace gives way on your grasp

Effortlessly Collecting pearls
Coming afloat our seas,
For your own vanity.

Melancholy bliss are your breaths,
Romances a heart straight to exile
Leaving only your desolation,
Death ain’t got a dime on you.
Thank you for reading loves.
Ciel Feb 2019
her
Her beauty was almost sinful,
but taking my eyes off of her
would have been blasphemous.
Kaylee Ann Feb 2019
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.
starstrike 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 hell
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 my Sinful Blessing

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

I'm sorry
I'm Sorry

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?
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.
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