Listen close; its only for today
These wings were made to fly
Soar way oh so high
When rock bottom seems too low
Jump on the back of a doe
Kick off and shoot for the moon
Bcz you will be far above soon
Motivation is in the wind
Dont be discouraged and descend
Love and Live in the skies
Look down and only view the dandelions
No more pondering on the fallen trees
But gaze upon the high seas
Truly shoot ahead
Everything has already been said
Lolligag in the wonders that are upon you
As your wings gently coo
For everything bad is gone
Everything is cardinal
These shackles are cutting into my bloodflow
Cutting off the circulation of reason
Barreling into my heart a state of confusion
Causing a herd of wrong feelings to overtake the castle built inside me
That was originally suppose to protect me within it's walls, but is now overtaken by Sins
Greed has lengthened my fingers, pushing me to reach for more
Sloth is cutting at my ankles, forcing me to fall
Glutton has raped the opening of my mouth with drive to want
Envy is probing the outlet of my eyes
Wrath has puppeteered my arms to cause harm to any that dare
but they can only do so much, while true evil awaits to conquer my soul
Begging out for my inner guards to help
as my senses become aware of what lays ahead in the dungeon
I fight the good fight as I feel my thoughts being dragged
Bloodied and torn from fighting, my power is draining.
I can only hold back for so long, until they come for me
Maybe I can somehow get past this and regain my strength.
Desperately searching, praying for a distraction to slip past these dark, cold stones that once held such beauty and passion within them
I see a weakness, but is it a trick?
What if that weakness is within my heart?
A mirage clouding my vision
Warmth creeps up my legs, soaking into my chest
Light is slithering within the bars
Promising hope of safety
Take it, take it, TAKE IT!
Then it happens
Slamming of the door to meadows brings realization that my dungeon of fear hs been my prison all along
Sneaky,sneaky,sneaky of you two
Four hands outstrretched, knowing I cant fight, I cant fight
The temptation of one and rightfullness of the other feeds my belly
I want it! I want them!
As my eyes turn a radiant Gold,
My form twist into an illusional beauty
Everything is overtaken, my old skin stripped from right
It is done, I am theirs. Forever.
True
Sinfully masked she is;
A veil to hide the weakness
of true insecurity
A beautiful smile she cast out;
Shadowing the weary eyes
of the all knowing
Entrancing-her hair drapes;
Distracting the look of seekers
from her ugly soul.
Is it truly ugly
or is that the wages of her atonement?
-The first one is something I wrote on a very positive day. I was influenced by one of the most remarkable women I have ever met: Morgan Parker.
The second one is based on my inner battle of wills and wants. Targeting my two major sins: Pride and Lust.
The third was inspired by how I am viewed by the people who see me on a regular basis. But who I am, really?
*Also I really love feedback-good or bad. I am always looking to grow as a writer. Don't be scared to tell me!

