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Loveless Feb 2016
In our past life we were incapable of showing our true feelings,
Despised, deplorable nothing more than a mask,
This time though it might be real,
If I could feel as others do this might be love,
Neither of us considerably human,
Getting lost in these feelings,
You and I, what we have is much stronger,
More resilient than what humans call love,
Love which can so easily turn to indifference I never needed,
If I could choose the type of love we would share,
I would choose a love that transcends all others,
The type of love others would **** and die for,
On this ****** path, could we ever hope to achieve such a love?
Or is the price we pay for our sins to carry around this loneliness like a burden?
Cody Haag Jan 2016
If we threw off each person's veil,
Revealed the darkness that exists in each,
Many would be taken aback,
A keen understanding we would reach.

There is bad in each person,
Some conceal it better than others;
They fret that their sin is showing,
To their sisters and brothers.

There is also good present
In all of earth's people;
Even the ones that we deem
To be irrefutably evil.

No human is perfect,
For we are a very imperfect species;
We thrive on the emotion that builds and breaks us,
The things that teach or break us to pieces.

I am not calling you to remove your veil,
Nor do you have to tell your sins;
I am simply saying examine yourself,
Your outs and your ins.

Know yourself better than you know
This complicated world;
Only then will you find peace
During life into which you were hurled.
red, blood stains on my hands and your body,
I’ve washed my hands a thousand times,
but i can still see the blood,
purple, all our bruised bodies, galaxies of wrath and fear,
etched into our skin and minds,
bottles shattering, bottles almost as broken as me,
our past now wrapped up in broken glass.
bland dinners, eaten in silence,
too scared to say sorry, too scared to break the silence,
and make it right again.
metal, the metallic smell of blood,
forever stained on my hands.
tears welling in your eyes, while i well with guilt
guilt, frustration, sadness
eating me away into
nothingness
HeatherBeth Jan 2016
Conversation overloaded
psychopathic episode
Choke me till I learn to die
Yet to die is to live a lie
Swords and knives cut me deep
But my stature I still keep
Words so mighty are all that hurt
Rub them in my face like dirt
Cut me till my tears run dry
Sing me a broken lullaby
Demons rise angels fall
I try so hard to forget it all
Broken dreams rise from the dead
Broken promises stuck in my head
I will not cry I will not brake
My broken heart you shall not take
Beat me till I learn to listen
Still in my eyes you glow and glisten
You're not better then any one
Just because you hold a gun
Choke me cut me beat me down
Yet shoot me and I'll always be around
Forever written on your heart
Bitter memories taste so ****
I said that you would regret
Now you will never forget
My name is written on your skin
Blood on your hands as proof of sin
Sarah Burg Dec 2015
you do not know that i think you are a church
the stained glass windows are your eyes
and when the sun shines
you are even more beautiful
there are people singing inside of you and
every time i touch your skin
i can hear their praises
that's why i never let go
when i kiss you i can feel you washing my sins away
all of my sins are the thoughts i have
about what i want to do to you
and i know that your hands heal the broken because
i am fixed
Henk Holveck Dec 2015
Greed, gluttony, indulgence, selfishness.
These are all characteristics I've seen
From a human who chose such a supposedly selfless career.
Funny how the less fortunate prey on the wallets thicker than theirs.

Their is a large difference between intentionally wronging
And misguided, assumptions that only misguided souls make
This is a public service announement,
Mom's in wild will protect their offspring to the death, I'll leave it at that.

Phone calls, emails, texts.
Don't believe everything you hear, don't disregard it either.
Play your pawn carefully sir, as your next move
Very well could be your last.

I just care about society until one of my own crosses me,
I have respected you by not interrupting your rendezvous,
Respect of the crest of M would have prevented your sad demise
Hopefully next time lessons shall be learned.

yours truly,
the m.h.d.
Mystifying Chaos Nov 2015
The fallen decided to join the ****** and commit sins.
The angel became a devil because someone decided to clip off her wings.
Ron Gavalik Nov 2015
Go to sleep
Dream the dreams
only you can dream
alone
We will meet again
when our world faces
the other side
of the Milky Way
Just a thought.
Purple Rain Nov 2015
Peeking up from underneath,
Good grief for what I have become,
I have become nothing
with the qualities of no one
The crisp darkness peers into my inner being
So skin clinching,
Unfit to focus on what I am Becoming to be

My sins forget me not
But God has already forgot me
Clinched to the darkness he lets me rot

Eyes of devastation shatter like winter winds
Bending and breaking as darkness takes me as his friend
I can begin running,
But he's always one step ahead,
Looking behind his shoulder I'm chasing him*...
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