Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  21-November 23:41:53 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
 Reference
· Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

A Sinners Life

Contributed by Mortis-Dark on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 08:46:29 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Things and beings.
Shadows and light.
All live togther in harmony.
Good nor evil.
Disease, pain and hunger.
Stress and selfdestruction.
Watch over me.
My fallen angel.
This is my chance to pull the trigger.
Soon i'll fall away from here.
Without remorse.
With no wordly possesions.
Feeling weak.
Warmth leaving my body.
The light is passing.
Cold and dark I grow.
Only to live one life.
I wasted on myself and not others.
Blood sweat and tears.
Bottle those emotions.
Im weak.
Were all weak.
We break and take.
Waste and spoil.
What we could glady give to others.
The day has come.
Our sins arent forgiven.
Darkness falls.
All good perish.
Death consumes us.
We fall faster and faster.
Were going home.
But wheres home.
In our pain.
Pain is all we know.
It makes us not who we are but what we are.
Ice coldy hands wrap my throat.
I give one last attempt to gasp for air.
I fail.
And fade into the evil, the dark and the lost.




Copyright © Mortis-Dark ... [ 2004-05-12 20:46:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: A Sinners Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 08:52:59 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
another dark and moody write from Mortis. Gloomy as always, I love it!


Re: A Sinners Life (User Rating: 1 )
by ShadowDaughter on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 09:35:47 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This started off pretty good, got better, and ended magnificently. Beautifully dark and --especially the end-- something that makes you think . . .

"Pain is all we know.
It makes us not who we are but what we are."

--wow. Those two lines . . . wow. Beautiful and certainly something to think about.

Niiiiiiiiice.

--Nora


Re: A Sinners Life (User Rating: 1 )
by arden on Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 09:56:02 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
i agree with nora.
this poem was f*cking awesome!
wow. im speechless.
loved this one.
Arden




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com