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It is the sole the drives the belly of man.
It hungers to be nourished,
It churns at the inability to give lay to the vision,
It fills with the gloriousness of life,
It dances to the rhythms of love,
It beats at the taste of temptation.
It rests with the Lions of fate,
It discovers the intrigue of knowledge,
And surrenders to the arms of wisdom.
1992
Keyana Brown Jul 2016
Leave it to Satan
to fill your thoughts with lies,
or leave it to God to tell you the truth
and he will never say goodbye.

Leave it to Satan
to say your not enough,
or leave it to God to say
to never give up.

Leave it to Satan
to tell you that your emotions
will cause you to die
and believes that it's alright.
Or...

Leave it to God
because he hears your cries
when you couldn't sleep at night.
He's a hero and a good friend,
therefore his love will never end.
Who will you choose?
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
You are the rain falling from the sky,
Serenading yourself off the shingled roof.
Though I have shelter, walls and a ceiling,
You trickle your way through the cracks.

An empty room gathers dust;
Snow collects in corners of windows;
And my resistance to you
Suffers from your irresistibility.
Tina Marie Jun 2016
Sweet as sin, as
Sensual as--
Sundays in a foreign movie

Naughty nectar,
Tangy taste
I wanna reach first base

Come on over, honey baby
Lay with me like yesterday's blues
I'll forget to remember you if
You remember to forget me not

It is a bittersweet world, *after all
Devin Ortiz Jun 2016
I sat down for a drink
With the catalyst of my suffering
Remembering the ages
And the eons in between

This time roles reversed
Power which eluded me
In the niavity of youth
Returned to  its proper mantle

But I know all too well
This dance with the devil
So I've resisted this temptation
To crash and burn
Eunice Teo May 2016
I love spoilers
They make me curious about things I shouldn’t be
And that’s what drives me

I love spoilers
They make me do things that I shouldn’t be
And that’s what ruins me
Ma Cherie May 2016
What are you doing here again?
I'm not your lover and I'm not your friend.
Why are you sneaking round my door?
A familiar face....that I've known before?
And just what do you bring
in offers?

If I do as you'd like then what will become of who I am?
Will I drown in in the deepness of your sea
Or find the very deepest part of me?
Will I feel lost
or will I feel free?
Will I light my soul and keep a smoldering fire?
To fill my heart's deepest desire...
And feel like I cannot get higher?
To the highest place that I can take my myself?

To soothe the deepest ache inside my soul in the deepest deep
You make me nervous
And so I'm intrigued...
So I just might invite you in
As long as not committing sin?
I wonder...

The things that I've been yearning for
You'll release me from this ache I'm sure
And the smell of the sweat and the sweet perfume
A fear embraced of what dangers loom
What it will mean come tomorrow
Could be my delight or such sweet sorrow
When I'm alone again.

Senses I've rarely tapped into before
Just the one time that you rapped at my door
I do not trust you though
Your last visit was so bittersweet
So pardon my bashful and modest retreat
As I feel this all the way out.

If we start with a just a slow sweet kiss...
to find a rumored thing called bliss?
Then I wonder...
if we could we take this...
one moment at a time?

Because before we know it
I could be gone.
Lost in your Temptation

And as you know...
I fear for my salvation.

All Rights Reserved May 26 2016 - Cherie Nolan
Changed slightly- Been thinking about this for awhile inspired partly by fellow Vermonter Jan Hardy - a poem I liked today. Lots of possible meanings - I think so anyway. Part of a series I want to do. Thanks!
kennedy May 2016
I search for bliss
Exchange my dignity
For chemical cures
Wrench my soul
From my anxious body
To sink ever deeper
Into the abyss  
Waves of ecstacy
Fill charred lungs
Resurface
Only to have lost you
Pain, red and hot
Scars my skin
Sell my heart
Ache replaces love
It is an all consuming hurt
Shatters bones on red brick
Cravings; deceptive serpents
Twist around me
Suffocating me
Forcing me to drown myself once more
Cweeta Cwumble May 2016
your words of rejection sliced into my flesh
cutting me open like a dagger.
all the air rushed out of my lungs
when reality punched me in the stomach.
it’s over before it’s even begun.

but i don’t believe you.

with you I am weaker than I should be.
if you whispered my name in the moonlight
i would go to you.
my brain would shut down,
logic would cease to exist
and my heart would drive my body
straight into your arms.
one of us has to be the strong one.

maybe you weren’t lying.

but something about the way you held me that night,
the way your body wrapped me with tenderness,
the way your lips planted soft little stars on my face,
told me that you do love me. in some way,
however small or platonic it may be, i am loved by you
and that is a gift that I will treasure always.
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