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When the dreamer’s dream, where do they go? It’s not that field of yellow flowers. There are no happy endings in this story. To dream is to lie. To lie is to sin.
Trembling, timid, twisted Rebellious, reckless, ruined Ebbing, erring, ensnared Amuck, anxious, afraid Sporadic, stressed, sinful Ugly, unsure, umbrageous Restless, ruthless, recalcitrant
There once was a peaceful creature hidden away in a sweet cedar forest. The forest was ancient with beautiful features, but never a stranger or tourist
Sometimes it helps to pause a sec To bow my head and genuflect To slow my breath and just reflect On the sins of mortal men Sometimes I laugh until I cry We’re doomed to cry until we die
wanting, a simpler form of greed. greed is seen as a sin, but for you, my dear, id count every sin and smile at them.
I broke one of God's Commandments when I stole an extension cord.I was struck by a bolt of lightning because I angered The Lord.God is cracking down on those who break his Ten Commandments.
Pay attention to the sunlight, the sunlight is the most warm, visible radiation of all. Down, down into the darkness it goes- the hot, the tender, the close.
Everything I write has to be even and perfect I seek priests in the churches To re-read me their sermon Write my story on a constant i need reasons to word it I need peace and a purpose
We call ourselves Christians In truth, it's just another instance where we fight to not get left behind We actually don't care We sometimes go there as a routine we have to take care
the birds and the bees teach me to see
her pleasures in the shallows end as the riptide guarantees
Say what you want about me, I don't give a fuck. I've tried to be rational, Now I've given up. Words can only go so far, Then you need action! I've been a good girl for too long
Can a man forget his sins Or shall they plague him all his life? Will he fight their mem'ry forever In a secret war of strife?
Our holy God, our father, most merciful,This day is closing, not a perfect end…Here I approach your throne and do pretendI am not a bad person, not sinful.My hands, Lord Jesus, I present: they are full
Dear Old Me, Hello back there. It's me, your future self. Go sit down, Prepare to frown But know it won't last long. I know you are So innocent, Though you may be rotten.
FRUIT He said nothey said yesIt hung they're so perfect He said no, they said yesone little bitedeath
Empty Pages Writer’s block is like thinking you’ve met a man you could give your all to at the stage of his life when his ego is inflated like the dollar
The walk to my curch is somewhat lengthy, but I need the salvation tonight. Six o'clock is fast approaching, urging me to pick up my pace. The fellowship dinner winds up taking 45 minutes
Forgive me, For I have been Born a sin, A paradox of life and hate, A believer of fate, A tragedy that lies awake And charges forward without hesitate. A Whisper in the wind,
Oh leagality? Is there a solution to The problems?
Once upon a time When the world was fresh and new When man could touch the sky To tip their hand in the blue Without burning from the sun Where a castle shined from all lands
Once there was a river of red It sprinted on forever If only you could keep it fed It was fed by those not so clever With spirits that were weak And who made the right choice, never
I didn't think my heart could break anymore over you, But here I am wondering what to do Because every thought of you Rips another piece away And every time I try to pray I have no idea what to say.
When you're tempted to commit a sin, remember God's son.When you're tempted, ask yourself what Jesus would've done.Jesus Christ has never sinned, he was a perfect human being.
Mi peca, Oh Lord It's dragging me down Filling me with pride Drowning me in sorrow Mi peca, Oh Lord It's tearing me apart Filling me with dread Drowning me with tears
Falling Down, down Reaching Up, up Trying to grasp onto a lifeline To save me from the shadows lurking behind Following me everywhere I go Hiding in the depths of my mind
My eyes are hungry Desire is just one thing Ona list that is endless A misfit maybe that's it A virus taunting me to slit My own throat in order to quit Quitter hoping for admiration
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
I love The sin I like The sin I'm live The sin What was sin? All for adjust With sin With god With good
Soory god I miss you This sundsy On chirch Bless my sin Every day I'm try to pray
eerie, jagged, jointed bone high and low fleshy, soft, permeable skin punctured perfect with symmetric holes broils onioned on and in atop a sour, revolting body of sin
Listen fool, you write and weep. Go out and see, the truth that the world hides from me. Why do you enslave yourself in your own emotion? Like a man lost out in the ocean, drowning himself With faith and devotion.
Happiness is temporary Have you ever realized that before? Happiness is mocking you; staring Just beyond your life's back door Happiness then exits for a while
The King of Shadows Was broken in battle When a man stepped up and got nailed to a cross but He was not lost no, even Death He fought not for Himself but for us even our soul had been marked
The Love that fought the Dragon. Was so strong, so bold, so free, The Dragon couldn't win this one, So he was forced to leave. The love that fought the Dragon. was so strong, so bold, so free,
So often in life we wonder how can good people make such atrocious blunders, like the number of pastors who cover up that they've been under the covers wit women who they aren't under marriage vows with, or the mothers who appear to be t
And she used to be the sweetest girl …Ambrolletta !! Is what I called her The lightest feather no man could ever catch her Made you torture when she left And if she stayed it'd be like death
Here they stand in equal measure, side by side upon a long podium, each looking out upon each other and visualizing a lesser crowd and higher standing for themselves. Do they not see the ground
We die because Adam and Eve sinned.That is why our lives come to an end.Sin is what makes people grow old and frail.Sadly, we die because Adam and Eve failed.
You're moving in with your girlfriend and many people have congratulated you.You've asked me to do the same but that is something I can't and won't do.
I walk a path both dark and dreary As I ponder long, worn and weary: Who am I? Love I’ve found and lost again
I have three ropes Holding me down About to go in A lake & drown At the end of these ropes Are three red bricks If I were to cut a rope
Once Upon a time… Oh no, this isn’t a fairy tale! It’s the true life we live day in, day out We are created pure and clean With a knot bound by hard, warm hands and mighty rope. It isn’t mythology
I am no winner I am a sinner I'm as good as dead But a man saved me And that is why I bow my head I am a narcissist Even though I don't want to be
I never prayed to God for this sin to happen,
I am free Yet trapped completely There are no physical boundaries closing me in But I am surrounded by unmoving walls that I have built with sin The smooth stones keep piling up
Chocolate chastises my every thought, addiction from something easily bought, dagerous yet sweet, I am caught. What waits within the wrapper will always win, we all have our demons, and chocolate is my sin,
If pride is a sin. And a sin is pride. Then why is it? That people often don’t have a reason… To take pride in pride. To take sin in sin. And to combine the two? Together they make.
A wicked approach; Vetoed By a holy vote. Sin drivin, U turns, Now forgiven. Repent, A child came, a child went, A joy in heaven; but for now, We lament.
I used to be a fan of bliss Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus I used to be a fan of it I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss
You grab the purse off the rack like it'll save you from God. You take the drugs at the party since He can't really see. You kill your feet in new heels because your "man" said they're sexy.
Singing Bells Heaven or Hell To live or die To sin or to lie To forgive or to be forgiven How are some people afraid of liven A heart beats The new air it greets My heart pumps
We all have dreams, though most seem to never prosper We all are sinners, nothing can save this gospel The pigs we gobble, the devil we follow, the poisons we swallow, all lead to evil bethrothals
Wickedness comes, it comes in the forms of Drug's, Greed, Envy, Lust, Glutonany, Pride, Gloth, Rath, Lie and Steal. So many fall under the wicked spell and lose sight of everything they have right in front of them without even realizing it.
The curtains fall, their breaths' are hushed She enters the stage, cheeks a'flushed She's captured the moment, they are rapt attent On the edge of their seats, even Lord Gent
Dear brother, I wrote this poem to and for you.
No more love in my system
1. As the sun peaked through the shutter like an unwanted mister
1. As the sun peaked through the shutter like an unwanted mister The trees sang their song in a wonderful whisper.
Sometimes I care so much it hurts So I hide behind indifference for anesthesia I'm running from my inner demons It’s easier to use my sins as temporary amnesia I wear my Scarlett letter like a mask
Still: He sat. Blank: His mind. Once a mental sanctuary, now a dull, parched Garden of Eden Imaginations free-flowing organ plugged
Sin is produced from the heart, and it pulls God and I apart, Yet we still ask God to listen to our heart. We seem to only go to God in the midst of trouble, Those moments when our sin points seem to double,
The time has come, wanting to make love to her spirit by first squeezing and sucking her lips to quench her thirst, he felt as though he had won the greatest gift of all.
Off You fell off, No, not off the edge of earth,
Fingertips slide across my lips, And joy floods to my soul. Blood rushes to my skin, I blush away, I feel the sin. Why on earth am I this way? Yearning and burning
We all have it.That secret sin.You do it.But you don't want anyone to know. You may know it's badYou may notbut either way
I mouth dirges in the Cimmerian shades
Forgive me Father, For I have sinned: I gave into Temptation (Love) He was always high on Heroin While I was addicted to my sadness
Temptations, deceit Tricked, trapped, but it looks so good Ways of sin and men
Her heart is slowly dying. Her scars grow deeper and deeper. As she is no longer trying. Only watching the calamity beat her. The fire surrounds her soul. She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
Ok I’m trapped in this world Matter fact, I’m trapped in my mind
We wake up everyday Some in joy, Some in pain We've all experienced the hurt But still we have the nerve To avert our eyes at every homeless man we see To witness a crime And say we dont have time..
I stood in a large, dying wheat field, utterly alone,
As we drift our souls into one,
Primitive light envelopes the birch logs in heliotrope. Autumn leaves adopt an auburn glint. Crouched moon in the southern sky. This is the place astronomers call Shattering dawn -
Controlling ... and so revolting,
I could sever my hands at the wrists without feeling any pain.
My mind is exhausted, but I choose not to sleep. I just keep repeating words in my head, knowing I'm indebted to a man with nail-pierced hands And my time-span is spread-thin
A mind can do so much, Think , do, and feel every touch. We know how much good it can do, But oh how much bad it can put us through. Leads our hearts astray in sin, Tells us we need things that we don't,
Heart quickly beating, All logic retreating, Whispers across skin, Is this sin?
So many competitors, not enough prizes I hope to seek a win in some of my suprises My ambition to win is higher than most Although I've been passed by as if I'm a ghost
As I gaze at it, into the eyes of the beast, so I see myself.
T’was not at once mine own love with her fell
As his fingers traced my skin a chill moved over me Unlike a feeling I had ever felt before My chest burnt My lungs ached My heart skipped He had bewitched me He had seduced me
No matter who you are, it's an ugly color on you. No matter what you do to get away from it, it's there. No matter what your history is, you've done it. No matter what you do, you can't get away from it.
What could I change? In this world- varieties range. I would change sin. In the end it doesn't matter-Jesus will win. But, He wouldn't have to come again If people did't sin with a grin.
An act I can't evade Run my finger across the blade Slowly walk over to my prey Close my eyes and pray Choke the handle, begin to attack Crack
Mountains of steelA society forgetting to feelForests of distractions for mankind
I've always thought that dreams were unattainable, Something you wished for, it's kind of unexplainable. I've always wanted to travel the world, Preaching the gospel, and telling all the boys and girls,
Splashes of ice and salt, the moment crushed in agony,
They Offer No Absolution If we’re born sick But we love it, Will we ever change? If we wanted to confess our sins Without fear Of them sharpening knives To cause pain
Mikki and Church It might’ve been her Or the life I lived, But the results were all the same. When I moved to this city It wasn’t just another move, It was the start to a dream
You say you love me when you're on your way, not there yet, but you're coming.Release your poison on my spread then tell me that I'm stunning.The humidity overwhelms any chance of fresh air.
He had dreams without Ambitions; A house, but not a Home.
In the night, she woke in various states of detachment. Real was not real; what is real? Reality? Such a permanent thing, to be thought of as only living In the day, but why?
Sword bearer truth wearer covered in blood like Hanibal but I'm not a cannibal I'm plannin to animal beats on all the flammable channels Cant drop me with choppers or pop me with glockers
Sin Cloggin my veins Causing pain in ways I don't feign to understand understand me I know its there emotional connections lead to sin infections
My poems are like life stories now they tell what's really going down. Emotions, bundled up in a jar wishing I could throw them somewhere far. So much on my mind i don't know where to start.
Wandering mind with idle words stating demands, I am who I am
Dark red drips
Above me I see an open sky, Blue as can be. No restrictions, unlimited beauty. Nothing can compare. To my left I see black. I see fear, I see death. I see the darkness,
The Whitest Soul I may be,
What if I told you that you were my fatal attraction Faithfully and ever so patiently awaiting for the sensations of your vibration against my skin Upon your arrival I’ve prepared to sin
Are we stuck in a lie Between one love and much hate? Suppose we give rules a change, maybe then they'll be straight. Over time we will grow to hate the rules we have changed, but
I try so hard, even when I feel I have made some progress It is for naught. My line is corrupt.
Along the dirt path Her feet dragged in sorrow, Her white dress covered in self-loathing, Her eyes filled with regretful tears and Her lips blistered with slander.
Starlight trickles down the latticework As haughty hearse tires grind past astral asphalt As though recklessly inclined To ferry death’s last claimed Across timeworn cosmic avenues Across God made time
Fear overwhelms the soul. Chains imprison the mind. What is the end of the line? Detour comforts the train. The risk holds hostage love. Maniac masks on a good heart.
Crumbling to dust, To nothing at all, Breaking in pieces, A desperate fall. A yell for help, Begging no more, A battle waged, On a broken heart's shore. Salty tears,
Theology twisted, robbing the poor Sick religions have the saints misunderstood U.S. economy in it for self Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge But graduated from a top Ivy League college
The pain of being in sin is greater than the pain of being disciplined.
A young man with many dreams, But lacking the courage to pursue. It's all so hopeless, it seems. Whatever should he do? The world laughs and mocks him, Calls him revolting names.
My heart is as bare as my skin. I feel like a canvas waiting for the paint brush. Waiting for the strokes to fill me in. Hoping to fall into a narcotic mind flush.
So many struggle to find reason for their lives So many struggle to go on So many struggle Yet so many miss on the simplest joys in life So many regret their past sins So many live in their failures
A Three Letter Word No one likes to talk about it yet every human being goes through it.A three letter word that sucks all your hope, making you bitter & controlled.Some begin striving for the pot of gold which slowly fades to copper while t
As life goes on, we dwindle away, From fighting and lying, everyday. We place ourselves to lose the race, By putting ourselves in a never-ending chase: To be the best To be number one
When the sky looks haunted and the night reeks of death Where can one turn? Sleepless nights and restless days of doing nothing But feeding my endless craves Never satiated
Your faults don’t mean anything What matters is in your eyes What feels good now Is bad in the book of lies That memory can’t always be taken back.
You take more than just rings All the pearls and shiny things It will never end It will never ever end You meet your victim at a bar
People have intentions that are not always bright. They make bad decisions that never turn out right. People do not share what they truly feel within, But deep inside their mind awaits their evil sin.
Shadows dancing on the walls will they tremble will they fall blood runs cold in your veins beauty eternal will be your name flash of knife sting of pain the heart's beat slower my smile grows warmer
I have tasted the sweetness of a fruit that no one has had the courage to expel. It is the fruit that with such flavor brought down the world and created the hell that burns us with its tongue of desire. Oh, to have a bite is a simple delight.
Do you think the politics matter? Do you think that whoever takes the big chair will determine if your family is fed tomorrow?
There is a battle inside me Between my (guilty) conscience And my nature Between logic and feeling Between head and heart Between Scripture and hormones Between Leviticus and love…
Pitter, Patter Scitter, Scatter Mice on the floor Bump, Thump Rock, Knock Who’s at the door? Scratching Screaming I bet she’s bleeding Cleaning is such a chore Wailing