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Kaitlin Evers Dec 2018
I thought I was good, but as I age
The more I see my human ways
I am deserving of God's fierce rage
Look and see how far I've strayed

Streaked and marred, let down my guard

Knowingly, walked into darkness
Foolishly I thought
I'd never be caught
And night would hide my sinfulness

The light of God was blinding
But sin is the real binding
I preferred His hand in mine
To the crossing of the line

Wicked darkness
See His kindness
When knowing what He spent
How can I but repent
Mary Allard Sep 2018
She feels everything so deeply
Every ray, a bath
Each touch, a fairytale
His dimples, painted art
His love, a world

She feels everything so deeply
Every sprinkle, a shower
Each bruise, a tattoo
His hands, a weapon
His love, a poison
Hamartia- the quality of a character that leads to their downfall
Yanamari Sep 2018
I'm spent
To this end, my life
I never meant
To this end, my eyes
Opened my soul's descent

And where the wind blows
You shall find me
And where the sea flows
You shall be drowned in me
And where life grows
You shall flourish through me
Beknownst to you
Or not
For I am everywhere


And in the darkness
As I ignore calls to warmth
I open my eyes
Closing in; my life's ascent
To what end...
Diana Garcia Jun 2018
Tell me what to do
Why wasn’t I prepared..
How the ****
Did I become so ensnared
I never thought I cared
Why everyone ******* stares
What the **** are you looking at
Be nice or your face will meet my bat
This isn’t some shallow vent
I’ve given you everything
I’m ******* spent
8 years and a baby gone
Where did we ever go wrong
If only your reassurance
Wasn’t so hollow
Don’t be mad that my pride
Is the only thing I’ll swallow
Can’t I at least get credit for
Paying my rent??
I want to be a mom
But your youth was so cheaply spent..
why not try fasting for lent??
****, I just hit a nerve
Here come the tears.
As fast as my lyrical mood came, it went..
Finished
july hearne Jul 2018
the homeless are ******* in the streets,
well some of them are

the homeless have been ******* in the streets
a lot lately

when they are not getting scatological on the streets of seattle
they are conjuring the other images of themselves, because there is always so much more to this story
as they sit on the sidewalk and/or in entrances of shops, restaurants, and other commercial establishments
throwing empty beer cans in the street
at the people walking past

they say seattle is going to be the next san francisco
because that is what tech is, nothing new
forgotten already done ideas redone
same price tags same coast line same **** in the streets

they must have thought something better
was here, waiting for them
when they rode into town
from other towns
housing, more drugs, a new life
in these streets that they **** in

not sure what they heard
their tents under the over pass
their trash upon the hill
overlooking the highway

their tents always have a highway view
their trash too

i should be that afraid of my own life
of what tomorrow will be
oversharing in a voice
that is not my own
miss jean brodie in **** city style
ISAIAH 5:8
Colm May 2018
Having children of my own, somewhere, someday...
Will be to me, the most phenomenal distraction from self which could ever be...
Because what else will you have to live for (besides faith obviously) when you're 50-60?
George Krokos Apr 2018
Please don't ever rend my heart in two
but keep it whole so I can give it to You.
A broken heart is due to love in-fatuously spent
a one-sided affair that in self-interest was bent.
______
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
pk tunuri Mar 2018
End
How do you expect me to express my sorry
when you don’t allow me to explain my story

Is this how you wanted it to end
I'll never forget the times we spent, my friend

Now don"t put me in danger
By treating me like a stranger
Priyanshi Dass Jun 2017
Ink
Some time since ink bled
On these lazy fingertips, poet
Clean hands; a disgrace!
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