"Glorious" - Written 30/05/08

It was not until you let me in,
Drew me closer to your heart,
That I noticed the marked skin.
Pulling me closer with those arms,
I saw the small red pockets,
The places your flesh was harmed.
Tiny dimples clustered at the socket
Of your shoulder, causing my alarm.

Please, let not your eyes grow wide.
Do not hide away the skin from me,
I feel nothing but happiness, let inside,
No shock, nothing upsetting to see.
These speckles, freckling complexion,
Do not frighten, fear not showing them free.
They change nothing, you are perfection,
Image means nothing, by my decree.

The slight scar upon your forehead,
Which you hide beneath your hair
By the way which your fringe is led,
Even this detail earns all my care.
So please, do not hide these things
Which my heart must still adore,
Even with every simple cut, and sting,
I want, I love you, so much more.

"The Inferno" - Written 29/05/08

Dwelling mostly in chill,
In realms of sky,
He is drawn to a warmth,
Something new in his world.
A burning incandescence,
A light fantastical.

Seeking this strange sensation,
Inescapably drawn, he neared,
Finding this creature, flickering,
Illuminated in his presence.

The two seemed to resonate,
Spark, and suit themselves.
They became friends fast,
Igniting their strengths at last.

The cold world of wind now grew,
Expanding beyond, something greater,
No longer just himself, over ocean,
But three of them, bound forever.
Things changed for better, moved higher,
This was his new compatriot, heat, and Fire.

"The Torrent" - Written 27/05/08

He passes over her horizons,
Looking upon her vast reaches,
Staring into the blackening depths,
Fragments of himself in those creatures.

Rippling across her surface,
Waving through her still skin,
He feels he is almost one with her,
Until they blur along the edges, together.

In their love, he lifts her to heights,
Brings her as far and wide as he can,
She envelopes him, he dissolves within her,
They mix together, as lovers, forever.

Still, they remain seperate entities,
The lines blur, but they are different at heart,
They are elements of sadness, being apart,
Regardless of whatever love there may be.
Her tears are rain. Her soul is the Sea.

"The Cyclone" - Written 27/05/08

He twists in rustling calls,
As he dances through the skies,
Forever winding, as the sun falls,
Turning still, as the shadows rise.
Breezes and blows across all lands,
Playing to all creatures demands.

Sometimes greeted as a friend,
Like a breath of clean, fresh air,
Other times feared as the end,
A twisting column of despair.
Yet still he moves among us all,
Deep within us, among our calls.

Wrapping himself across the world,
Breathing his life into all lands,
In movements his cries and calls are heard,
Among living leaves, across soulless sands.
Grasped in his care, all of us, living kin,
He is breath, he is air, his name is Wind.

"Humilitas" - Written 25/05/08

She resigns herself to the background,
And I watch as he works the room.
The crowd, resting in his palm,
His slick, coy smile in front of his face.

I had seen her before this day,
She would dance, play within a crowd.
Looking out from the corner, I could see
Clearly, throughout the entire room,
None of her dancing. None of her play.

He comes to me, of course, of course-
Drink in hand, on some verbal discourse,
The same smile held up, the twinkle,
Injected in his eye, as every day before,
-Then remembers her, nursing her drink,
Running her finger in loops along the rim.

I feel bad to look at her, sitting quietly.
She should talk, or dance the way she did.
I see the smoke in her eyes, the flicker,
Need to see the inferno of her beauty again,
Not this pinched out, blackened wick.

He sees her sitting quietly, befriending a frown,
Or as an injured pet, helping her along.
A peck of lips, then leaves her to her drink,
Working, working, working all along.

"Humanitas" - Written 23/05/08

There is nothing new to be said here.
She is nothing special.
She desires nothing, and nothing comes.
Just a desire happiness, for all others.

Oh, she loves, and oh, she is so sweet,
Such a lovely girl, nicest you'll ever meet,
But she thinks that she cares for our mirth!
She does this all for self-increased worth.

Not that she is self-obsessed, or proud,
She believes her own deceitful ways.
Yet this is how many lives are spent;
Searching, scrambling, to be better the person.

"Patientia" - Written 22/05/08

He lies awake, the treatments make his day.
His eyes are blurred, the world is far away.
He thinks upon his past now gone astray,
He had thought his life was lost, today.

Despite his state,
He feels no hate
For his assailants.
Expecting little from life,
Just another strife
With new miscreants.
So he lays back,
Ponders the attack,
And his treatment.
A life without mirth,
No self worth,
He forgives their intent.

If he was attacked simply for his cash,
His loss would achieve some happiness.
He appreciates this kind of sacrifice.
At least this is of some worth.

"Industria" - Written 20/05/08

She works like a machine,
Slaves her hours away.
Hardly sleeps a wink at night,
Never stops to think at day.

The problem here is simple,
She hides it not at all.
Not one second of personal time,
Never does she stall.

She hides from the world in work,
Her friends left at the wayside.
A moment out of work
Returns her too quick to her life.

How long before she is caught out?
Only a few seconds on her own
Would see her plummet back to life,
And everything she's hiding from.

"Liberalitas" - Written 19/05/08

He is a man wracked with regret,
Remorse, and endless guilt.
Thinking about her, the time they had together,
Her smile, the joy shining in her eyes-
That he ruined.
The shining now reflected light from tears.

Hatred for himself,Burning agony,
He allows himself no relief.
He cannot live happily,
Punishing himself, he throws this away.
He cares for all others,
Cares not for himself.
He gives aid to all others,
Aids not himself.
Shares with all others,
Keeps nothing, ever, for himself.

All others in his presence
Benefit from his loss.
They think him devoted,
Or loving at all costs,
No one realising the truth.

Who ever dares to watch a man,
As he slowly slits his own throat?

He knows what he does to himself,
Yet continues, without fear or doubt,
He has not earned his life,
Only thrown that life away.
So he gives his heart and gives his soul,
They belong to her, who's happiness he stole.

What is the use in material gain,
When none of these things can ease his pain?

"Temperantia" - Written 18/05/08

She hides her eyes from others,
Looks down when spoken to,
She plays with her fingers self conciously,
When speaking, Submisses herself entirely.

A perfect little servant- she wants not,
Asks not, dare not
Speak up against her masters,
Her owners.

She lives on what she has, happily,
In darkness.
Better than to challenge,
To cause any disturbance.
She smiles, unabashedly servile.

Deep inside, her heart is breaking,
Unknown to her, of course.
One can survive on what one has.
Never wish for more.

"Castitas" - Written 17/05/08

He trusts no living person,
His heart beats no heat,
He lets no lover inside,
No one beneath the sheets.
Nothing he says ever means much,
He feels apart, and out of touch.

His smile betrays his feeling,
No happiness passes inside.
He has no anger to control,
Nor sorrow for him to hide.
Hate has never been of interest,
And love has not come as of yet.

His work makes him proud,
He is an efficient machine.
No distractions break cycle,
Nothing ever falls between.
He smiles goodnight, then is gone
To bed, sleeps for the night, alone.

And we're back

Just incase it wasn't going to be obvious anyway.

Notes, Notes, Notes....

Due to the fact that my college exams have now begun, I have decided to take this week off. I shall resume posting poems up after this day next week, when my final exam is over. If I'm lucky, somebody might even notice!

"Superbia" - Written 29/04/08

Some say it comes before the fall-
It had not, it came after, or during.
All that came before was happiness,

And it began to fade away.
She began to forget, she called less,
Every other day became weeks away.
She forgot everything done for her.
A new man, a pleasant distraction.

She sent me a message sometime,
Then lost interest, left me behind.
Without a pang of remorse or guilt,
She played me like playing her violin.

Yesterday she came to me once more.
I could not let my heart twinge again,
So I passed her by, I ignored her.
Let her learn how it feels, how I feel,
A servant, unnoticed by their lord.
I am Lucifer, betraying my god.

"Luxuria" - Written 22/04/08

She owns the night,
And all creatures of the streets,
They all belong to her.
She is known in this place,
Under all the headlights,
Always met with pleasure.

She meets the men
With the same coy smile,
Teases with a kiss.
She leaves this little mark,
As a sign of her next victim,
For a night of bliss.

She's not herself,
When she becomes this heat,
Consumed by thirst.
She drinks herself full,
Wraps herself around a stranger,
Calls herself "Asmodeus".

She sleeps alone,
Tears soaking into her pillow,
But always out of sight.
She keeps a gun in her closet,
And she fears, sleeping alone,
She won't make it through the night.

"Ira" - Written 29/04/08

Her blood had boiled, her eyes had flared,
She had moved further than she ever dared,
The knife she carried, clasped in her hand,
Her knuckles whitened, aches in her palm.

She unpocketed cloth, wiped clean the blade,
Walking from that place, she was unafraid.

She feels no remorse, she feels no sorrow,
For the now dead body, its head run hollow,
Nor for any others she murdered in hate,
She brought them her knife, well-deserved fate.

Now they were dispatched, she felt not a thing,
No happiness, no relief, did her acts bring.

Satan may take her, her soul was long lost,
She destroyed those men, regardless of cost.
This was a punishment, they all had to suffer,
Yet her mission done, she now had none other.

She had won nothing, fulfilled no demands,
Only loneliness, death, and blood on her hands.

"Invidia" - Written 29/04/08

He was in disbelief, in shock,
In a total state of confusion.
He simply had not been chosen.

He had worked for this for years,
Devoted himself utterly.
His life's work just passed by.

Himself and another, rivals for this,
Slaving to recieve the honour.
Had he not worked so much harder?

He had placed all his hope in this chance,
Worked for this sole purpose.
Now he had nothing, all hope was lost.

His stomache twists and turns now,
A leviathan of nervous confusion.
It should be him, he should have won.

His rival had all he had ever desired,
A painful unfair victory,
It should not be him... Give it to me.

"Gula" - Written 24/04/08

Miles away, or simply down below,
Hunger runs rampant while his belly grows.
Flies swarm his table, his feast set apart.
Feeding is his life, feeding is his art

He sees life as his competition,
The lord of flies grows,
He takes and eats from others,
Beelzebub is all he knows.

His soul feels a hunger he cannot satisfy,
His life is a hole from which he must fly.
So he eats - must eat. Must not die.
Others starve - must not ask why.
He fears of his loss, he needs to win,
Eats his misery, and that is his sin.

"Avaritia" - Written 25/04/08

In all born creatures,
Mammon plants a seed,
A demand in every soul,
An utter selfish need.

She knows she doesn't need these things,
Just distractions, from material,
But the game of aquiring
Has put her under spell.

She delights in taking from others,
Delights in her pure power.
The world has made her richer,
She grows stronger by the hour.
She wants, she needs, she must own,
She gives up nothing, from her throne.

Every penny saved she sees
A greater status gained.
Every new name learned,
Society has her raised.
Every extra possession,
A perfect little comfort.
Every meaningless day,
Her screaming soul is unheard.