Unfinished Odd Story?

Upon the breaking dawn of day,
A church there happened to be in my way.
Not quite literally, I dare submit.
Yet there I saw, off the path was it.
Needing the rest, I decided I’d go,
Though it seemed to hold secrets I shouldn’t know.
The doors didn’t open at first, but after a shove,
It flew open as if willed by the power from above.
Dark inside, save the light from the door,
Wonderment asked exactly if it was odd, or more.
A priest or pastor, I couldn’t tell which,
Knelt at the alter, praying like one stuck in a ditch.
I thought he was mad; praying so hard was he,
That when I approached him, what he saw I hoped to see.
Upon the sounds of my step, he turned on tail,
And my! That man was surely pale.
A wicked grin set upon his face,
Uncomforted I felt, standing in place.
He came forward and grasped my shirt,
The words he spoke so filled with hurt.
“As a simple preacher, I’ll tell you this,
That girl’s got a soul like a black abyss.”
Up over his shoulder, I saw her move.
Something wicked, like a tricky dance groove.

The Perfect Sin

Your taste is on my tongue,
And I know my nightmare has just begun.
The feel of you against my skin,
Every part of you is the perfect sin.

Your scent still clings to me,
Though you are far gone.
A blind euphoria I wish I could see,
A thing I'll crave all night long.

In my ear, I hear your voice say my name,
Ending the hope that this isn't just a game.
With torturous eyes out comes your call,
A plea to catch before you fall.

To give myself freely I wish I could do,
Deceit line your words so fine.
But I'm not sure if I could to you,
I find myself on the thin red line.

If I could take it back I just might,
Saving myself from this horrid fright.
Still I long for the feel of your lips,
Wherever you feel to let them dip.

The plea from your eyes is where I drown,
And should you ask, things for you I'd gladly drop.
I find myself dragged further down,
This picture we try so desperately to crop.

And so I tempted the laws of fate,
Happily taking what was set as bait.
Thus this will bring 'bout my demise,
Ripping apart my compromise.

The longing for the feel of your lips upon my skin,
The thoughts of such things are relative.
You simply are the perfect sin,
And to you I find myself vindictive.

poetic justice

alone, sitting in the corner,
she doesn't make a sound.
you'd think that you'd be closer,
than the circles in which she's sent you 'round.
nothing ever seems to break her,
though you honestly don't seem to try.
and when the time comes for the glass to shatter,
you'll never see her cry.
for it isn't hurt that she harbors inside,
not even fear or self-loathing.
it's hate, pure and true,
a hate left for the taking.
and though you'll continue running those circles 'round,
it's in her hate that you'll finally drown.

what a poetic way to die...

Sadistic Love Poetry!

I crave and I desire,
a true passion, to the element of fire.
What has been lost cannot be found,
yet shall forever stay spiritually bound.
Emotion to which I dare not show,
for I am ashamed for all to know.
This lust has will to overpower,
even during every waking, working hour.
Power like this I cannot negate,
no matter how much of me this may take.
Should I get what I so want,
happiness will not take place throughout.
For I desire in a way that cannot be,
thus I am unable to be free.
Pain when I cannot get,
but I know it is not time yet.
All else will end around,
and this desire shall so be found.

An Introduction

The point of this blog is just to have my poetry stored all in one place, rather than all over the internet because I'm lazy. I'll probably post in clusters until I finally get unlazy. Yay! :D