Breathe!

[Sinseria]

5 sense challenge

Natures Loving Embrace


When the river
In all its glory
Calls you home

And you are
Nothing more than a lost child
Upon the bridge of time

As you stand in recollection
To childhood dreams of innocence
In a life you once knew

Taken into a realm of memories
Scented of sweet honeycombs
Lingering in the moistened air
Seeping and coursing in your mind
Flavored and stilled upon your lips
With the salted taste of walnuts
In the whims of remembrance
Of your lost forest home

Watching the raging rivers bellow
Flows rushing of power and fascination
Swirling as electric veins of icy current
Uncontrollable to the mortal man
Bound to natures tempered womb

Whilst you close your eyes
Lulled in a trance of time
Of childhood innocence lost

As you hear life’s longing call
Bound in the crashing waves
Whispering from the waterfall
As a voice deep and sublime
Raging in passions
Surging from the rapids
And the crashing of your mind
As it beckons for you
And only you

“Come play with me
Let my icy wet water
Warm and cleanse your flesh
Let me drown your pain
Within my womb
Be one with me
Free of sin and shame
Come home with me”

Tempted in fate
The water calls your name
Welcomed and accepted
In natures loving embrace

 

[Sinseria]

New Day

New Day


Upon birth,
we are given a key
to unlock
life’s greatest mystery.

We dance and we sing,
pray and believe,
chasing our dreams
like a ball on a string …

finding our faith
in love and life,
with happiness and glee.

Then, we bleed;
for, there is no door
to fit this key
our lives turned to misery.

Tainted and torn,
obscured in our faith
we forget to dream, to believe.

Such is the price we pay
in our newly-found
lives of shame …

Yet hope still remains;
with the dawning …
of a new day!

 

[Sinseria]

Madness Is My Mind

hehe this is so what iambic meter does to me okies just so we are all on the same page lololol


Madness Is My Mind


Flaming images in my head
Dire pain in wrenching blood

Screaming thoughts,
Raging words
So harsh, so loud
I can’t comprehend

Grasping for my mind
Squeezing for my life
Can’t hold it in …
I’m fighting
In pain, in fear, in dread

I can feel it tearing, clawing,
Sadistically rampant mangling
Ripping at my soul

This mental madness
I feel it …I hear it …its coming
My sins, my darkness, my pain
As the demons rage

Pounding like a drum,
Its beating me
Im screaming “oh please oh please help me”
But no one can hear my cries

I’m shattering
Trembling, quivering
Trapped inside
No doors, no windows, no escape
Banging for my life

It’s screeching for control
I’m going to explode …going to snap
I feel it …my soul …
Its flickering
Fading fast …
This tainted pain inside

My mind is going …
I feel it crumbling
Vulgar thoughts plastered on its walls
Calling out demanding glory
As I tremble in a corner

Cowering in fettle frame
Trying …
Begging …
Crying …
Grasping my brain for salvation
Incapable to bear it …
This taint, this pain
I’m screaming “help me fucking please”

But it’s all in my head
This madness is my mind

 

[Sinseria]

My Master's Soul

My Master's Soul


He comes to me,
My Master’s soul,
in my dreams,
forever, I hold.

A shadowed image of a man,
without face or form he watches me.
Just beyond my reach he stands,
in the shadows of my mind.

How so do I crave him,
his guidance, his touch, his pain.
The power in his control,
he is my protector, my guardian …my soul.

Not a sound does he make,
nor a word does he say,
Yet in the darkness of my dream,
his eyes pierce deep into my core.

A figment of my mind so deeply entwined,
my lust and desire in the depths of my being.
He is my purpose …my every belief in this world,
he is my salvation, my strength, my only need.

Everything I have to offer him,
is engraved deeply upon my heart.
Etched in blood, a mere promise,
forever his …body, mind and soul.

In dire desperation I search for him,
a man I cannot see or feel, nor touch.
Yet I pray one day I’ll never wake,
from the service of …my Master’s Soul.

 

[Sinseria]

Unanswered Prayer

Unanswered Prayer


Come, take a walk with me …
Enter my mind if you will
Traverse a forbidden dream
in the desolate wastes of my soul

Where there you will find
Tainted for all of time
Every secret I hold

Hiding behind lies
Illusions of truths
So deep and sublime
Almost believable if only
For a fraction of time

Take your pick …
Which happy lie will it be
The one who dreams of
Candy coated trees
Perhaps the one who craves
Honey covered dreams
Of a happy life that will never be

Look true this day
Upon my happy image of stone
There you will know
The aching tears of my heart

Oh listen …can you hear …listen
Sounds almost like rain
The pitter patter of tear drops
As icicles in my desolation
Watch …watch as they explode!

Giving blood to my secrets
Obscured by hated sorrows
Yet, bonded forever eternally
To the darkest sins of my mind

In a playground of daggers
Created by my heathen demons
To dance on my tainted dreams

Manipulating without a care
Feeding only doubt and despair
Giving witness to my shame
And solace of my empty heart

Cast down from faith
In the crypt of my mind
I bear my transgressions in shame
As they seep from my weary soul
Bleeding into wishful dreams
Of a slaves unanswered prayer.

 

[JanneE]

New Day


Upon birth,
we are given a key
to unlock
life’s greatest mystery.

We dance and we sing,
pray and believe,
chasing our dreams
like a ball on a string …

finding our faith
in love and life,
with happiness and glee.

Then, we bleed;
for, there is no door
to fit this key
our lives turned to misery.

Tainted and torn,
obscured in our faith
we forget to dream, to believe.

Such is the price we pay
in our newly-found
lives of shame …

Yet hope still remains;
with the dawning …
of a new day!

You wrote that?

 

[Sinseria]

You wrote that?

yes I did

 

[Sinseria]

You wrote that?

why? is it that bad?

 

[Sinseria]

actually wrote that piece before I started writing my erotica type stuff ...my son tends to worry about me if all I do is write dark stuff ...so i have to write like normal people once and a while so he has something to edit and then he is ok and doesn't worry

 

[Sinseria]

Angel of Sin

Angel of Sin



A ruptured vial of sin,
does course through my veins.
Traversing through my tainted core,
without mercy …without remorse ...

For now I do decree …
The battle for my soul
lives on inside of me!

Do I chance to live a dream,
and breathe into life a new?
Can I tempt the hands of fate,
and taste the fires of my heart?

To dance with my demons,
and a lover of my flesh.
Bound in passion, in power,
of a Master, I’ve never known.

As a slave set free,
forever, from a dream,
In life with purpose and pose,
with command and control

As I am forthwith ...
Cast down from grace,
as an angel of sin,
lost in my dream
of …loving life!

Or do I sleep sweet and true,
in this passionless life of misery?
Rapt forever in mental shame,
by mere thoughts in my head.

Torn between lustful dreams,
and a dreamless existence.
As a slave’s soul denied,
void of life and purpose.

Living merely on yearning,
cast in sustainable mental vices,
Bound in self inflicted damage
to save my wretched soul

Hence forth I am,
cast down from grace,
as an angel of sin,
lost in my wasted life
of …Living death!

The demons rage on in war,
in the prison of my mind.
Traversing paths of damnation,
for the immoral guilt of my being.

Buried in my fearful heart,
bound with the blood of sorrow.
For there is no mortal savior,
to the wrongs of my wretched life

As I search for answers,
in the depths of my neglected mind.
Merely hiding from me,
all I desire to be,
as always …
My bleeding heart is denied!

Cast down from grace,
as an angel of sin,
lost within this battle
of …
Loving life,
or,
living death.

 

[Sinseria]

Blades of Sin ( revision )

Blades of Sin



My judgment cast
Before I was born
Trapped in a cycle of death
As if an infected corpse
Cut from my mother’s womb

And so I was born
A ball of infested flesh
With blade in hand
My scars began

I traversed a path
Of mental sin so deep
That the depths of hell
Opened their arms freely
Embraced with admiration and love
Bestowed upon me a dowry
And called it a timeless offering
To appease my pain and suffering
To humble my feeble soul
For the filth carved in my heart

Upon bended knee
I laid down my soul
In a bed of blades
A single dagger to arise
For every tear spent

As was their gift to me
My precious dowry

Each blade bore my name
Carved on the sacred steel
“sin, lust, pain, slave”
Engraved as blood
With poison from my veins
Slices cut from my flesh
As penance to purge
My detested soul

Another drop of mortal blood
Caressing oblivion in the void of my wake
As a atonement for my vile ways

Scorned in a thousand tears
And entombed with my disgrace
Given to the damnation within
With the untested soul of misery
As an ode to a funeral pyre
Kept upon the blades

As my life began
It will surely end
Born on the blades of sin

 

[Sinseria]

Master's of Love

Masters of Love



We are the dreamers
The deviant ones …
Blessed by the night
For we are the Masters of life

Raging in need
Sweet bitter indulgences
Of a sinner …a saint
Enthralled in pleasure
Of depraved deeds
Favored in trust
By the grace of our souls
Rapt in neurotic bliss

We are the sinners
The broken ones …
Kissed by the darkness
For we are the Masters of sin

Blazing passions
Bleeding from our souls
Scorning, soothing …pain
The vexes of our dreams
Sealed upon our lips
As a gift of wanton flesh
Freely given …freely taken
Gratifying sadistic bliss

We are the desires,
The needful ones …
The shadows in the light
For we are the Masters of lust

Taken by virtue
By obsessions of right
Willed by power and control
Condoned in obedience,
Of Master and slave
Sanctified in ecstasy
In the arms of each other
we shall feel, forever, in sin

We are the passion,
The power of emotion …
Claimed by the trusted heart
For we are the subservient
Masters of love

 

[JanneE]

actually wrote that piece before I started writing my erotica type stuff ...my son tends to worry about me if all I do is write dark stuff ...so i have to write like normal people once and a while so he has something to edit and then he is ok and doesn't worry

No, I didn't know you could write that much

 

[Sinseria]

No, I didn't know you could write that much

heh I write every day ...even when I'm not writing I am still in my head ...been beating myself up over this Iambic format ...so I figured I would revise a few my older poems ...as I have had a lot of practice and can see a difference I think in my writing ...

my master soul on down are all revisions ...hopefully better than they were before!

 

[Sinseria]

Wasted Life

Wasted Life


Every day I am a wasted dream
Of a tomorrow that will never be
A ray of hope never seen
I am the broken soul

Every day I live a lie
Of some sweet destiny
Where nothing every changes
And the days collide

Every day I wake
Before the sunrise
No alarm needed
Sleep never stays

Every day I wash and dress
Paint my mask of misery
While seeking solace
In the emptiness of my room

Every day I write
To seek comfort
From words composed
Baring secrets untold

Every day I drive to work
A self made portrait, prepared
Behind my painted mask
Of a happy lie, a happy life

Every day I see my awards
Nailed as decorations hanging on the wall
My name engraved from the blood of my soul
For services rendered, a good job, well done

Every day I wonder
If they knew my tainted shame
Now adorns their wall
How I wish to burn them all

Every day I wonder more
If they only knew the darkness of my soul
Of my-self scorned welted flesh
For sadistic services rendered and met

Every day I wonder yet again
If they only knew the desires in my heart
My carnal yearning for things that should never be
For lustful services rendered and surrendered

Every day I lie in a bed of shame
In tears scorned, forever, alone
I am the wasted dream, the wasted life.
For needed services truly never rendered

 

[Sinseria]

Death of the Innocence

Death of the Innocence



I remember a time
Of childhood wishes

Dancing on wings of ambitions
Twinkling in the skies with fireflies
In flights of fancy with the angels above
In a realm of such faith and frolic

Dreams of white knights and heroes
Princesses and fairies with dragons and whistles
Fairy tales and frogs with sweet kisses
Of rescue and honor with virtue and courage

In the most humble of all innocence
The most cherished and sacred place to be
In a realm created from the dreamers
And the believers

Upon the stars granted from the heavens
To the depths of the ocean floor
In my childhood mystical dream
For just a fleeting moment
I am secure

Then I remember the truth
The tormented lies of our childhood wishes

The blood red soul of our purity surrendered
To the demons of our now forever, infected dreams
The shattered heart adorned with broken wings
Taken from the naiveté of our trusting souls

With no white knight in shining armor
No prince or princesses to cast aside the darkness
Not even a frog to save the innocence
Of the dreamers …of the believers

The illusions of existence lost in a thousand tears
And not a single blood red tear could save our tormented souls
As the tainted lies of life and happiness are cast into ...
The sacred truths of childhood wishes

That is all I truly remember
The broken heart
The tainted soul
The death of innocence

 

[JanneE]

Damn girl

 

[Sinseria]

Damn girl

?????

 

[Angeline]

heh I write every day ...even when I'm not writing I am still in my head ...been beating myself up over this Iambic format ...so I figured I would revise a few my older poems ...as I have had a lot of practice and can see a difference I think in my writing ...

my master soul on down are all revisions ...hopefully better than they were before!

They are definitely better imo as is your writing overall. I think that happens for most people here just from being around other poets and interacting with them. I feel like I've learned so much over the years from being around the poets here.

Oh and I like listening to you read.

 

[Sinseria]

They are definitely better imo as is your writing overall. I think that happens for most people here just from being around other poets and interacting with them. I feel like I've learned so much over the years from being around the poets here.

Oh and I like listening to you read.

I am beyond floored and humbled by your words Angie Thank you truly! you have no idea what it means to me to hear that

 

[Sinseria]

My Beautiful Sin

My Beautiful Sin


Teach me to dream,
bare unto me your soul,
in sweet bitter ecstasy.

Cast down your eyes
caress my timid heart,
claim me as your own.

I will be your sin,
your darkness,
your tainted soul

Teach me to need,
show me the power,
of a Masters desire

To feel your hunger,
barren skin and flesh,
born collared worn

Teach me to breathe,
I will bear your secrets,
in the depths of my being.

As flesh to dance,
as one in sadistic bliss,
to feed your whims.

Teach me to serve,
upon my knees to crawl,
to beg of your touch.

Your gentle caresses,
to kiss upon your affections,
with devoted obedience.

Teach me to feel,
the will to love,
to feel of need.

As wills to rage,
stilled in passions,
to accept your control.

Be my darkest desire,
my tainted demon,
my beautiful sin.

 

[Sinseria]

Testimony of Sin

Testimony of Sin


A single ring
Secured to the ceiling
Bearing hemp ropes

In perfect length,
Perfect strength
Two single strands descend
As a lariat to my soul

Hands bound tight
Above my head
Steeled in binding braids
Intruding into my wrists
Trailing tears of blood
From my wanting veins

Strung as the strings of a violin
Traversing my whorish skin
On flesh forcefully engraved
Akin to a collar of willed design
Sheltering around my neck
Claiming my very breath

Enduring its advancing shame
Tainted as manacles devouring my soul
Embedding as noose to entrap each breast
Causing sacred shades of crimsons hues
Fevered with its corrosive strands

As a snake impedes its captive
Coiling around my vixen flesh
Spiraling down my naked back
Powerless as a prey of its wills

Tied as a harness to a harlot
Extruding all of my impurities
In vulgar binding separation
To the parting of my lustful legs
Bereft of all freedoms

Like a steeple
My body is erected
In perfect pose and fully exposed
To my sadistic Masters whims
As he does implore
Such baneful obsessions
And cardinal sins

With sadistic kisses
And refinement of my flesh
Tempered stings and welted pains
Corrosive passions rage
In the vexation of his wills

As my porcelain skin
Burns scarlet red
Painted in fervor bliss
Rapture strokes of ecstasy
Captured in screaming cries of havoc

Trembling breath in whimpers
In branded tears tattered
Bound in the effigy
Of our sainted carnal needs
Swinging like a pendulum
To the darkness within

Intriguing wounds of lust
Caressing the depths
Of our wanton souls
Enshrined defilement
To the carnage of our minds

Submitting in tainted wetness
Upon my blistering skin
In a seductive and diabolical
Testimony of sin

 

[Sinseria]

An Empty Room

An Empty Room



Self inflicted pain ensued,
in the darkness of,
an empty room.

The wrath of men,
the sadist touch,
the sacred power of pain.

Crying stings, lasting strikes,
welted flesh engraved
a masochists need ensued.

Tears in the darkness,
caressed upon the broken,
fires of the heart consume.

Trembling lips, shattered skin,
the barren soul beaten and exposed,
such tainted comfort in the pain.

Welts and bruises never seen,
in need and lust, always wanting,
yearning desires always hidden

Raging deeds in lustful darkness,
forever scorned and welcomed,
in the secrets of my empty room.

 

[Sinseria]

Ten Thousand Souls

Ten Thousand Souls



On the day I was born
The fates took me by the hand
Said what a rare gift I would be
To bear the rising and setting sign
Of double Pisces

They told me of emotions
And how they would be mine
How they would rage inside of me
With the power of ten thousand souls

The precious gift of my birth sign
Told me how I would bear them all
Cast upon the depths of my essence
And how I would feel them all

So they put before me a forest home
A place to find solace in the depths of my heart
To welcome life and the gifts it would bestow
As to be reborn in a sanctuary for my soul
As peace and serenity was born this day

But alas the fates came to my side
Said I could not know true this feeling
Without that of fear and despair

So they chained me barren body and mind
In a never ending pit of misery
And watched as the snakes coiled around my soul

As if it was not enough they threw in every vile spider known to man
While they dangled the key to my chains and freedom
Just beyond my reach
To cast upon me the fear and despair of life

Ten thousand screaming souls
Could not feel my fear
And I felt them all

As next they gave me a child
Conceived and born from my womb
Such pure wishful dreams and loving admiration
The innocence and beauty of this tiny creature
Such a frail and delicate thing
As hope was born this day

But alas the fates came again
Said I could not know true this feeling
Without that of loss and sorrow

So they took from me my womb
Baring a second child that would never be
To feel such loss in the death of a tiny spirit set free

As if that was not enough they injected into my veins
A syringe filled with poison to feed the death of my affections
To cast upon me the sorrow and loss of life

Ten thousand dying souls
Could not feel my sorrow
And I felt them all

And then they put before me a man
With the spirit of a saint
To guide and protect me
In love to honor, cherish and obey
A sacred bond between two mortal beings
As love was born this day

But alas the fates came again
Said I could not know true this feeling
Without that of hate and pain

So they took me before the fires of hell
And watched as my beloved lit the match
Burning my flesh in his web of lies and deceit

As if it was not enough they laid before my feet
A can of oil and watched it explode
To cast upon me the pain and hate of life

Ten thousand crying souls
Could not feel my pain
And I felt them all

As the fates came before me one final time
They told me of the power of emotions
As they are all connected entwined together
Bound forever, in the power of the soul
To feel true and live true this day
I would have to know them all

As if it was not enough they gifted me
With a kiss of sentiment and sent me on my way
To cast upon me the emotion in the depths of life

Ten thousand living souls
Could not feel the emotions I hold
And I feel them all

 

[JanneE]

Bitter truths in a bed of lies
Cut tired hearts with tired eyes

Tears of their veins are traced with a blade
A price that's repaid with a longing touch

Always neglected
That soul forever damned and infected
To believe that much of what never enough was
is more than it needed to be