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chipped tooth Aug 2017
The springs offer no explanation that cannot be heeded.
My feet meet the water, which absorbs those sins that have calloused my soles.

The sight of you across the bank, under the cedar
Chills me with a sharp current.
I will never know why the cold water
Surrenders me softly to the Earth,
But grips me at the heart
When you appeared below the trees among
Their fallen leaves.

There are salamanders that live in the creek,
But they are so small, and exist so profoundly in the water
That only the people who have used their lives searching-
To protect them-
Have ever seen these blind animals.

You have never noticed me at the river,
But the river knows that I'm here
To guard the stretch of Earth that keeps us at our ends.
electra Jul 2017
Do you remember the love affair that killed us all?
The one that made you feel something your marriage did not,
The one where you fell in love with a *******,
And she fell in love with you, a married man.

The mighty God above watched you as you smiled at the glorious kiss you shared on her lips,
Her lips that tasted of cheap wine and her strawberry chapstick.
Does your wife taste her when you plant a kiss on her lips when you come home?
Does she taste the lies between your lips?
Or the love you made to your lover in the days inn hotel?
The girl you lie about to your mother-

Tell me, how does it feel to hide away in a hotel?
To hide away your lover and tell her the things you never dared to tell your wife?
How does it feel when you walk into church and feel so unclean?
To be surronded by the holy and be the only impure man in the room.
Wash away your sins in the love you make to your lover,
Wash away the blue,
Wash away the sadness you feel after a few beers,
Bury yourself away in those suicidal thoughts you have at night,
Tell yourself everything is going to be okay,
Lie to yourself like you always do,
Drive yourself crazy,
Drive yourself away from the perfect life you live,
Shatter it all like a vase,
Shatter yourself away-

Do you remember when you left your wife?
After months of hiding your secret, your sinful affair,
After all the lying and all the fights you caused,
The broken home you've created, the living fear you started.
How did it feel to make her cry?
How did it feel when you unleashed the deadly lies?
Parker Jul 2017
I'm past the point of return
Do you see how many times I've been burned?
Or how many times I've burned others?
I mask my sins with pretend covers
My smile, my happiness, its all fake
How much longer can I take
All this guilt before I break?
Maybe I should just jump in a lake
Yeah, rid the world of my mistake
Of being born, or was it fate?
No, I'm too ******* up for being meant to be
Accident defines my identity
P.M.
nim Jul 2017
bad
am i really that bad?
punish me with all i deserve
all the sins i preserve
please, be mad
i've hurt you and
i am dizzy all the time
spill the content of this land
my galaxy intertwined mind

nothing is right
can't collect the strings of my mind

i am to do whatever you say
and i know i've been bad
but the world is so sad
incomparable to your eyes gray

i'm not myself any longer
i tried to be stronger
but a mere walker can't overwalk fate
when standing before hell's gate

blurry, the clouds are so blurry
i try to walk them but i keep falling
destiny's eyes keep rolling
Fortunae's flurry

i keep rushing into things
i keep falling into abeyance
i keep thinking of my old wings
i keep noticing your absence

my skin's not bruised enough
for you to forgive, is it?
my heart's not rough
with sadness it is lit

don't come near
but don't leave me
a single shed tear
isn't enough to see

so, please, punish me with all I deserve,
all the sins I preserve,
a mere walker can't over walk fate
when standing before hell's gate

somewhere in the woods
a wolf is singing his lonsome song
to the moon changing his moods
a love story, thousand of years long

i get closer as i listen
set off green balloons to the galaxy
filled with nothing but fallacies
a glimpse of hope alighten

is this a dream?
is it a nightmare?
because, i know it can seem
like the green balloons are
filled with faults and cries
but success is born from failed tries

so, will we ever bloom?
all i ever think of's my doom
because my soul is black,
because i can never go back.
I've been working on this for some time and I'm still not completely pleased. What can I say.
misty Jul 2017
i do not regret what i have done
i do not regret the monster i have become

i do not regret pulling tears out of their eyes
i do not regret feeling butterflies when i lie

i do not regret entertaining my powers
i do not regret loving my darkest hours

i do not regret all the sins in which i have showered
i regret not having brought you any flowers
i miss you and i love you and i am sorry if i ever hurt you
Devin Ortiz Jul 2017
This desert, dry as my lips, as my eyes
Which shed no tears.

This pale sheet of barren hell,
The voice of isolation.
Far, these days, from heaven.

I take a long drink, perhaps my last
Not to quench my own thirst,
Drawn from my own mouth.
But, to cure the insatiable thirst
That was my Father's.

Which has grown fiendishly in me.

But I drink, and I know
And I loathe, twisting
Myself into something mean,
Bitter and wrong.

I own this beast
I know his name
I curse my father
I devour his shame.

Though most of all, I walk forward,
Never averting horizon's gaze.
emme m Jul 2017
sin
wash your hands
‘cause you’ve been unclean
doing things
that shouldn’t have been seen

clear your mind
‘cause you’ve been unkind
now you can’t lie
it’ll keep you up at night
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