"sacrilegiously" poems - Hello Poetry

I am not your peppermint fudge. I will split you in t/wo. I will vehemently hate not but one, but every single second of you. And i will cry, boy, i will cry, over how i let myself be treated, by you. And what are you, as you spray your words across my face and into my hair, who are you to even dare? I am not your morning afterglow, I will divide your morals thrice/ly. I will take your hate and i will console you with pity, I will be pretty, boy, i will be pretty. And who are you, to make life such a toy and play love as it t'was a game, i look at you with embarrassment and shame. I am not your cup of evening tea. I will drive you a/part. I will look at you a different way, now, I will take a bow, boy, i will take a bow. And you are you, and i am sad for the man you seemed to become, run home and fetch your steak and your gun. I am sacrilegiously, done.

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Oct 1, 2013

Oct 1, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC

rachael-stainthorpe

A man, a Gun and a Steak

I am not your peppermint fudge. I will split you in t/wo. I will vehemently hate not but one, but every single second of you. And i will cry, boy, i will cry, over how i let myself be treated, by you. And what are you, as you spray your words across my face and into my hair, who are you to even dare? I am not your morning afterglow, I will divide your morals thrice/ly. I will take your hate and i will console you with pity, I will be pretty, boy, i will be pretty. And who are you, to make life such a toy and play love as it t'was a game, i look at you with embarrassment and shame. I am not your cup of evening tea. I will drive you a/part. I will look at you a different way, now, I will take a bow, boy, i will take a bow. And you are you, and i am sad for the man you seemed to become, run home and fetch your steak and your gun. I am sacrilegiously, done.

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For years I have waded in plenty, fingers Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly gross with abundance, I birthed discontent again and again. I became blinded, eyes watery with With surplus, reflecting only quantity. I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum Bending my knees in supplication to its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket, were holy ground. I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously, of summer afternoons in the mountains. There is no text beneath the painted dusk. Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places Visa isn’t, and drink tap water when no one is looking. I remind myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.

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Mar 19, 2013

Mar 19, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC

crystal-rondeaux

Abundance

For years I have waded in plenty, fingers Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly gross with abundance, I birthed discontent again and again. I became blinded, eyes watery with With surplus, reflecting only quantity. I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum Bending my knees in supplication to its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket, were holy ground. I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously, of summer afternoons in the mountains. There is no text beneath the painted dusk. Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places Visa isn’t, and drink tap water when no one is looking. I remind myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.

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For years I have waded in plenty, fingers Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly gross with abundance, I birthed discontent again and again. I became blinded, eyes watery with With surplus, reflecting only quantity. I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum Bending my knees in supplication to its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket, were holy ground. I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously, of summer afternoons in the mountains. There is no text beneath the painted dusk. Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places Visa isn’t, and drink tap water when no one is looking. I remind myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.

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Mar 19, 2013

Mar 19, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC

crystal-rondeaux

Abundance

For years I have waded in plenty, fingers Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly gross with abundance, I birthed discontent again and again. I became blinded, eyes watery with With surplus, reflecting only quantity. I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum Bending my knees in supplication to its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket, were holy ground. I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously, of summer afternoons in the mountains. There is no text beneath the painted dusk. Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places Visa isn’t, and drink tap water when no one is looking. I remind myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.

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Nobody asked so she never told a soul. It was their little secret and she promised to keep it... Moments arose, and to tell would be fit. But to ruin lives was never her goal. She struggled to keep it all together, but things kept falling apart. No one could imagine what she was going through on the inside... On her face she wore a smile, but it is her pain that she tried to hide. She tried to console herself, but who knew the cure for a bleeding heart? Each time she remembered the things that were said and done, How much she had to put up with, and how she had to pretend… There were moments when she thought that it would be best for life to end… But she was young and unwise, and didn't know that her life has only just begun. How can she tell when she's sworn to secrecy? Or better yet, break a bond that was made by a threat… But with a heart heavy, bursting with regret, She describes it all sacrilegiously… It's amazing that she is still standing after going through her pain. Through many sessions of counseling, she began to heal… But the scars and residue of her ordeal she can still see and feel. So when clouds break, outside she'll be, because no one can see her tears while dancing in the rain. Finally free and she is ready to fly, To find the place where she truly belongs… In her heart she sings many a songs, Because now life has more meaning, she will live and not die.

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC

Anointed1

THE SECRET SHE FINALLY TOLD...

Nobody asked so she never told a soul. It was their little secret and she promised to keep it... Moments arose, and to tell would be fit. But to ruin lives was never her goal. She struggled to keep it all together, but things kept falling apart. No one could imagine what she was going through on the inside... On her face she wore a smile, but it is her pain that she tried to hide. She tried to console herself, but who knew the cure for a bleeding heart? Each time she remembered the things that were said and done, How much she had to put up with, and how she had to pretend… There were moments when she thought that it would be best for life to end… But she was young and unwise, and didn't know that her life has only just begun. How can she tell when she's sworn to secrecy? Or better yet, break a bond that was made by a threat… But with a heart heavy, bursting with regret, She describes it all sacrilegiously… It's amazing that she is still standing after going through her pain. Through many sessions of counseling, she began to heal… But the scars and residue of her ordeal she can still see and feel. So when clouds break, outside she'll be, because no one can see her tears while dancing in the rain. Finally free and she is ready to fly, To find the place where she truly belongs… In her heart she sings many a songs, Because now life has more meaning, she will live and not die.

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I knew you were different Right from the moment you wondered Why the Sun had to come up Everyday Religiously And sacrilegiously When darkness had such beauty As the world looked on in amusement At how you went against the grain I knew all of the reasons Every fibre of your brain Everytime you stopped to admire The things that went unseen Like the bubbles in the river As they smashed to smithereens As you spoke in tongues so similar To the ones I didn't give I knew you were building barriers From the people who couldn't read The people you knew Would never see your world And still love you the same Would shut their windows from you And leave the way they came A different one to call love A different way to sin So crude and void of self-worth A king and not a queen Arrest the fallen angel You almost heard them say The baby in the manger Shall not atone such sin But heed not what their mouths say They're not the one who made You full of imperfections The potter without clay Made gardens without rangers Raised demons from the dead No soul without a soldier Shall come between this faith This rock across all ages For bloodshed has been laid So child when you next quiver How shall I comfort thee Shall I sing unto you a theme Of calming clemency As clemency shall not be given For none there needs to be Now speak these words of wisdom From bare to arid lands And spread these words you've listened To each and every man The next time you go thinking That all of hope is lost Just bear in mind the promise Borne for you at the cross

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Jun 22, 2014

Jun 22, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC

raphwrites

The Potter Without Clay

I knew you were different Right from the moment you wondered Why the Sun had to come up Everyday Religiously And sacrilegiously When darkness had such beauty As the world looked on in amusement At how you went against the grain I knew all of the reasons Every fibre of your brain Everytime you stopped to admire The things that went unseen Like the bubbles in the river As they smashed to smithereens As you spoke in tongues so similar To the ones I didn't give I knew you were building barriers From the people who couldn't read The people you knew Would never see your world And still love you the same Would shut their windows from you And leave the way they came A different one to call love A different way to sin So crude and void of self-worth A king and not a queen Arrest the fallen angel You almost heard them say The baby in the manger Shall not atone such sin But heed not what their mouths say They're not the one who made You full of imperfections The potter without clay Made gardens without rangers Raised demons from the dead No soul without a soldier Shall come between this faith This rock across all ages For bloodshed has been laid So child when you next quiver How shall I comfort thee Shall I sing unto you a theme Of calming clemency As clemency shall not be given For none there needs to be Now speak these words of wisdom From bare to arid lands And spread these words you've listened To each and every man The next time you go thinking That all of hope is lost Just bear in mind the promise Borne for you at the cross

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Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolism No barriers block my path, of hatred guided fury To escape this mortal life, an underworld destiny Obsessed seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny Make them die... SLOWLY!! I am called Pariah, bathing in sin Bring forth the righteous pigs, I shall have their skin Living for dying, what more can you ask? My hunger grows stronger, lusting to see The children of heaven, begging for mercy I shall make them die, slowly Die, slowly, now you feel the pain! (The Pain) Tied down, chained up. locked in place Cut up. gored out, stabbed in the face Transfix, crucifix, to Christ you cry Eyeless, mortified, sacrilegiously putrefied I have seen through the seven gates My prophecy of Darkness, killing Christians And my lust for holy, human flesh I make them watch their master die The ******* son, Jesus Christ mordaciously... ...CRUCIFIEDI

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 7:02 PM UTC

Visions-of-Insanity

Cannibal Ferox

Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolism No barriers block my path, of hatred guided fury To escape this mortal life, an underworld destiny Obsessed seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny Make them die... SLOWLY!! I am called Pariah, bathing in sin Bring forth the righteous pigs, I shall have their skin Living for dying, what more can you ask? My hunger grows stronger, lusting to see The children of heaven, begging for mercy I shall make them die, slowly Die, slowly, now you feel the pain! (The Pain) Tied down, chained up. locked in place Cut up. gored out, stabbed in the face Transfix, crucifix, to Christ you cry Eyeless, mortified, sacrilegiously putrefied I have seen through the seven gates My prophecy of Darkness, killing Christians And my lust for holy, human flesh I make them watch their master die The ******* son, Jesus Christ mordaciously... ...CRUCIFIEDI

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