#sinners
It’s the early morning that does it for me
I don’t mean to seek it
But I am sought in these quiet empty-full hours -
All or nothing out-with-the-bath-water seclusion.
(Delusions of liqueur
cocksure
Every flavor of azure)
Oh god what I would give to extend the great expanse of 4am, ribbon slick and taut as a ******
And me, warm and creative.
It’s the early morning that does it for me
I’m staying up with a song.
-Call-
Respond
Eyes and lips and abandoned ships
Mirages of **** below long, fluted throats
Gliding between notes
and me too
Ready to drown you.
(It’s the early morning that does it for me)
As you give yourself over to the caresses of the mistress
and dream of flying over perfect fields of wheat
and then land
and then wake
≈furrowed≈
disappointed to find
a cold pillow where a head should be asleep
I release my held breath and meet you
Half way
I was singing
I say
And collapse in a heap
Wet hair
Bare feet
It’s dawning and day
Closing my eyes
Sunset at sunrise
Holding onto a secret key
I dream of the sea
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
The human of all spiecies
The salt of all spices
The electrons to something bigger
The consiousness to the bigger picture.
How much code do you have to optimize to be able to store the human figure?
Do you have enough money in your bank account to secure the last drop of the pitcher?
Take away an infinite-number of amounts it will never really differ.
The proof is in the pudding but even with the key to success,
some people will wish to turn back into beginners
while others can not afford to enjoy that X-mas dinner.
The recipe shows we are prone to be sinners...
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
she lives inside a cage,
but he wanted her to fly.
he knows it was deranged,
but she wanted them to try.
they know they couldn't.
they know they shouldn't.
they both know it was misdemeanor,
they both know they were sinners.
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 11:07 AM UTC
My daddy was no saint,
My momma was no sinner.
Both are things that I ain't,
I'm somewhere in the middle.
Somewhere lost between
Heaven and Hell.
Somewhere unforeseen,
A unique blend to compare.
Everyone used to speak
The rhyme of my last name.
A rhyme oh so bleak,
It brought tears to my eyes.
It once went:
A Starr
I are.
A Saint
I ain't.
But now I know,
How far from the truth it fell.
A saint I may not grow,
But how far from the sinner's child I am.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
Black rosary beads
Holy prayers uttered to God
Penance for my sins
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
How someone could ever call something so incredibly beautiful
A sin
Check your bible my friend
Your translation is twisted
We're all sinners
Equal in the eyes of God
Did you forget
His entire thing
Is loving us All
So say it's a sin. Tell the world how you hate us
(Hate is a sin)
Say you're not one of "those homophobic people"
But tell me it's wrong
Right to my face
My friend, you've become
My enemy
But I will love you
(God says that's something we all should do)
So I will pray earnestly
For the day
You realize I'm "one of those awful sinners"
And maybe you too
Will understand and accept my God
(Because he accepts and loves Everyone)
Until then,
I won't tell you if I get a girlfriend
(But I swear I'll love her)
And I'll expose your children
To all the "horrors of this earth"
(Because I believe they're beautiful)
And really, how could anyone call something so beautiful
a sin
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
I kind of believe nature. Nature had decided to hit the reset button 5 times. Now the sixth i don't think nature had anything to do with corona
Its just us,Humanity as a whole paying for all the sins that we committed or its just another game by the underworld to profit the hidden communors and crème de la crème.
Either way humanity doesn't deserve to be alive, for all the resources that we have and all that we salvaged in the few thousand years, we just rotted to become worse than what we were.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
I've written and read
poems about the stars
and how they were
so fascinating,
empowering
and ultimately,
unreachable.
I've heard stories
about angels and saints;
Their goodness,
nobility and purity,
serving as epitomes
of what Man could
and should be.
But the saints,
they were once sinners
and there are angels
who fell from grace.
Stars that turned
into black holes,
nothing is safe.
Falling is inevitable,
even for the untouchable,
and what we believe to be
unreal and ethereal.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
there something in the way
a part in a destructive path
that blocks pain but starts to drain
the colors of your personality
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
Help me
to obey
You more
and share
Your word
with others.
May what I say mentor to them and reveal Your many wonders.
Give them faith to trust in You as You reveal Your many truths. Transform our hearts to love all others the way love was shown by You... All
have
sinned,
but God
demonstrates
his own
love for
us in this:
while we
were still
sinners,
Christ died
for us.
@desire.is.dope
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[Romans 3:23... Romans 5:8]
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
oh, sinning girl,
bless me in your image,
cup my face in your hands,
pierce my soul with your eyes.
oh, sinning girl,
you put a spell on me,
took me into your charm,
wicked and sly.
oh, sinning girl,
i’m on my knees for you,
you’re holy to me,
more divine than heaven itself.
oh, sinning girl,
place your hands on mine,
they say palm to palm is a holy kiss,
and kissing you can’t be a sin.
oh, sinning girl,
you’re from the house of the rising sun,
deep down in New Orleans,
but girl you’re just a sunrise to me.
oh, sinning girl,
they’re after your head,
you aren’t holy to them,
you’re made of fire and brimstone.
oh, sinning girl,
touch me one last time,
let me remember your holiness,
oh, sinning girl.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
today is this first time i’ve ever really,
really,
wanted to pray.
i’m so afraid, because you’re all i can think about.
it’s all you, and the other things,
they’re important but you, you’re there.
and who would answer me?
what would they say,
when they found a girl, who always wanted to pray,
pleading and asking for clarity.
what would heaven say?
the ground beneath my feet,
seems unstable,
so take my hand and pull me up and let me see the clouds.
help me run, help me fly,
and rid me of these feelings
-this confusion. because i want us to just love.
and if someone else answered,
i’d walk all the way down and ask.
maybe you’d give me help, or i’d find sinners along the way.
we’re both sinners, because our muses (not us) told us we were something else
-beyond the way humans believe. beyond belief.
so, what would think of me my knees,
just wondering something about you.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
The rise and fall of your chest
Is a fluctuation that puts me to rest .
I’m at ease when you breathe .
Your body is a temple
And I’m tempted to yank at every angle
I want to birth sin in this home.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
“Honey, let me fix that -
You've got your perfidious smile buttoned up all wrong
I couldn't remove her lipstick from your shirt,
Unfortunately it's on your heartless sleeve
This is your last tie, don't cut this one as well
Refrain from wearing these pants again, just give it to her
Maybe that way she'll stay out of yours
And here's your socks, your feet has been cold for a while now
Put on your new shoes, I hope it fits,
Since you can't place yourself in my shoes
I wiped your glasses this morning,
Maybe that way your wandering eyes won't mistake her for me
Your integrity is in the last drawer of your wardrobe
It's been in there for a while now
Oh, and I see your watch is broken
Maybe that's why you don't have time for me
Don't forget your coat of sympathy on your way out
I put a bit of empathy in its pockets
There, now you're all dressed to succumb to sin
Have a lovely day, honey” ~ Demi.M Potts
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
The heavens could not see the poverty stricters.
The Heavens could not see the one percenters.
The heavens could not see the astral projectors.
A man has to be what he is and go through this ******** with
geo storm weather,
where does your purpose come from?
Do you have a future goal on what you wanna be , something that you elevate from?
easy to be ridiculed for the passion of ignorance,
the negative wins thats why the world preferenced,
especially in race,
I love every race just as much as you do, If its hate in your mind,
then you can do you,
A man has to be what he is,
a God fearing man with more or less to give,
even all the weight he can lift,
There's not enough men in this world to make a woman feel like she
needed to live,
but must never ever ever forsake our gift , curious to know
and wondering if,
wondering if,
The heavens could not see the poverty stricters.
The Heavens could not see the one percenters.
The heavens could not see the astral projectors.
A man has to be what he is , better get it together.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
A hypocrite is a hypocrite
and a sinner is a sinner
I believe a sinner does what he wishes
seven days a week
And a hypocrite does what he wants
six days a week
and goes to church to repent on Sunday
And then we have those who call themselves
Christians
In their own eyes they are Christians
They can do no wrong,
only find fault in others
And you ladies call yourselves Christians
I'm not so sure when you speak
of the pastor's wife that way
I believe she can wear anything she likes
including those tight leather pants
Cause it's her perogative
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
Ashamed when put their mistakes up
Flour needs water to strengthen it's parts
Hardens the belief when it bakes up
Appreciated is pure struggle in the carts
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
Woman, your beauty hides your brilliance
You have to be resilient
To survive in a world stolen by men
Even when you are the closest thing to god.
Woman, you are maligned
Hidden by religions veil
They tell the tale of Eve throughout time
The sinners tale
Original sin another story to enslave
Don't they know a mother's wisdom can save?
A man from falling fruitless from a tree
Hanging desperately.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
I am not a novelist writer, I could never fill chapters of our affairs.
The only way I know how to love is intimately and destructively unaware.
This tongue was created to turn saints into sinners.
Nothing excites me like bringing out the demons within her.
Just like the seasons love to trick her every year,
when she finally begins to feel comfortable,
I disappear.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC