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#sinning
"Pray 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's and 1 Glory Be" Said the father behind the booth in which I hesitated to continue knowing seeing you later that day would mean sinning. From the way you look, to the sound escaping your lips. From your laughter, to your mewls and whimpers. I was willing to confess everyday if it would mean sinning for you.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
Confession
there are demons feeding on my darkness tasting my sins hiding in my shadows and whispering in my ear I’m just having fun and I don’t plan on stopping so enjoy the feast
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
They like how I taste
i am a wooden cross with a young girl strapped to my chest. she is crying, i can feel the fear, her desperation , running through her body, thrashing as she tries to break free of the bonds. 'are you a witch?' they ask her, the crowd standing in front is staring at her, waiting on her next words. she weakly denies but they are angered and feel defied. at the bottom of my body, beneath her feet, lies kindle and they touch a burning torch to the loose straw and immediately it flares up into flames, beginning to burn my base. the girl screams out, she doesn't deserve this, she never wanted any of this. 'witch, witch' the crowd chants as the fire crawls up my structure. i can feel her fear as she tries to break free, the fear grips my soul and there is nothing that i can do but to hold her in place as she burns for crimes that she did not commit.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
witches burn
change i wanted to change but i found my soul rearranged instead pretty soon i started making bad decisions repeatedly i was in over my head sinning until i accomplished my mission happiness was the only thing that i was missing only thing i'm wishing for
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
wishing for happiness
Jealously is the tie that binds, And binds, And binds It was the way you spoke about, What you couldn't have, Yet what you wanted so bad. With animosity, Regret, Disdain, And underneath it all, just a hint of pride. And it's truth that, The bullets of jealousy **** the shooter too. Verily, It destroys good deeds, as fire would destroy, Incinerate, And ravish anything, As flames eradicate feelings, In which jealousy is pain, Obsession, And envy, In which we all blame the feelings of jealousy, For the things we can't ever really have.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
jealousy
Ours sins were as scarlet, so we walked on red carpet But that couldn’t hide, hide what’s inside He exposed our sin, exposed our heart Left us bleeding, a wound we couldn’t heal But His needle was the cross, and His thread was the blood-the blood of the Lamb
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Sins as Scarlet
What is independence? Is it just thinking for yourself? Can you describe desire, Or is that just as well. I'm so afraid of what I want And it's afraid with me. Solemn vows are shattered. Amend the life that be. Broken things are beautiful. Dreams are all a code. Sometimes what you needed, Contradicts the other wants. Four eyes locked in place, Bruised skin, lost lace. No awkward silence, The happy feeling; We'll speak until it leaves us. I miss it now, just thinking, That independence means alone.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
Independence
Absence has seven letters As does your name I should have seen the glaring neon warning in this But I was too busy counting the seven scars that you claimed defined you Giving a heroic story to each Slowly encoding your biography into my blood I met you on the seventh of July A glowering shadow across the bonfire A smile filled with seven fake teeth Hands that would become all too familiar in the months preceding It took me seven days to memorize the seven numbers connecting you to me One number a day for a whole week Seven numbers that I cannot will myself to forget I find my fingers attracted to each in succession Only to hang up when I hear your raspy hello in the early hours of the morning There are seven wonders of the world I claim to have seen each As I scour over your body Finding the Taj Mahal carefully constructed of your hip bones Balancing on the Great Wall of your fifth rib Touring the marbled landscape of the Coliseum between your shoulder blades Your smile Hands Nose Voice But there are also seven deadly sins Lying tongues and tears shed
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Composed of Seven
*1) Your eyes killed me without mercy 2) Your lips made me an addict 3) My heart keeps gossiping about you all the time 4) Since I saw you, I forgot the rest 5)  You stole my heart and hid it 6) You merged with my soul and I don't know who I am anymore 7) You occupy my imagination all the time 9) You jailed me waiting for your answer 10) You teared my eyes when they thought they were not going to see you again Your sins are forgiven if you say* ... "I love you"
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Love sins!
My fingers danced across your skin Dipping across valleys Sliding down chasms You radiate warmth and love Filling me to the brim Our hearts beat erratically We cannot turn away from this We stick together Bonded by sweat and memories We cry out each others names Tasting salt and meaningfulness We no longer act as two We have absorbed each other Returning to the beginning Sinning.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Sinning
No control No control my life is whirling out of control; My life is spinning and I'm not winning are you sinning? Can you spare any fare so that this mess you may repair
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Mess
Bodies abolished Floating souls Space wind Spirit bones Waiting hidden Beyond blackness Wherein darkhails Find Yourself
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
Black moon
Champagne tears Ruined my dress Dressed to **** With a smile To match Deadly forces Are within me The devil speaks Like he's beside me I always tremble Tried not to stumble Upon the hands Of trouble Drank from a poisoned cup Which had no effect Thinking I was saved By my own God But my sinning Wasn't too holy And my sins Ultimately Killed me Slowly and surely My addictions Set me free
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Set me free