"sloath" poems
Distant in the sky at night,
a profound and shiny light,
the moon slowly moves,
like a sloath on the roves.
A sensation in summertimes,
a cloud that sometimes
dresses the sky of white
when the moon guides my typewrite.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
Well,
Ive done it again .
I am my own worst enemy,
Like im my worst friend.
Its like i am my own demon.
Plauging my own name.
How do i defeat this demon.
If its in my own body i wake.
I am my own demon.
Causing my own hell.
I cannot see a reason,
Is what it tells me well.
Sometimes i lose my angels,
They have to keep a range.
Thats because this demon,
Is in control and playing games.
But these games are not safe.
There dangerous, they can cause pain.
After every tempation implyed,
The sin just brings my bane.
Sorry to all whom i hurt.
Says the real me;
Hidden inside, restrained in chains.
While this demon runs a muck.
Thats my true pain.
Its like i am my own demon.
I hurt, again and again.
But the real me just wants love.
To give and feel, in the end.
How do i defeat this demon,
If the mirror says its me.
Because killing this demon,
Would seal me to pain, worse,
Than this purgatory.
They say Gods alive,
And that the Father , He will talk.
If ive heard any thing, its that with
My angels i will walk.
But how from all That they can protect me from.
Can the save me from this demon.
From which i wish to run.
The answer i know not,
But still i must fight with what i got.
A broken heart, racing mind and body of sloath
Mind circles thoughts.
Heart feels lost,
Body is weak and my spirit,
Feels wroth.
Im sorry to those ive hurt.
Says the real me,
The real heart.
But i just might end up there again,
Even though i hate its end.
It doesnt make friends..
Enemies will be sent,
But it just cant be helped at times,
Says the demon of such a wretch.
How do i defeat once again in life,
The demon that comes around.
If the real me just wishes silently.
Making not a sound.
Well, ive done it again
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Too bad women can't get paid for self respect.
Humiliation & assault they let.
To age be forgotten & a respect they neglect.
Their actions reflect.
The path they set.
Sick fantasies, twisted desires, demented acts for cruel gratification.
Hateful *** without love or compassion has no passion.
To be used in that fashion.
Damaged & broken impotent black hearted, heartless, soul less entities of the destruction of pure innocence.
Lust, greed, envy, anger,sloath, pride, & gluttony.
The 7 deadly sins all traits of the **** industry.
Shame on everyone.
It is not entertaining or fun.
Over rated to be degraded.
Defiled & hated.
Focus on a self less love.
With morals to rise above.
Treat the weak & fragile with love.
The reason so many relationships are ****** up is because how the **** industry uses exploits,degrades, assaults, & defiles women for money.
If there wasn't an audience for it there.
Wouldn't be a market for the ****
I am a loving, compassionate, fun, loyal woman.
Seeking friendship, conversation, and hopefully more.
Can you be responsible for my heart?
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
A fantasy is wondered during this slumber.
Nightmares will stop.
Unearthed above ground on top.
To love without hate.
Self esteem & well being tranquility makes.
Beauty inside & out
is what confidence is all about.
Self love, personality, & happiness is your persona.
Sloath clings like a flame to a moth.
Like unused rust turned to dust appeals a lust.
Gluttony has a need to feed.
To be just like you is envy's need.
Greed plants it's seed.
Pride is not something you can hide.
Seven sins deadly like anger in a stranger.
Pride, sloath, greed, & envy, is listening.
Four out of seven doesn't get you to heaven.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC