Me, Myself… And Everyone Else

Just a young Irish girl, looking for somewhere to share my poetry.

Lust October 14, 2012

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Finally, the last sin in my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series. I’m  so glad to finally get this up. I hope you like it.

She craves the feel
Of many hands
Crawling all over her body.
Why should she
Be limited to just one?
Why does she have to choose?
She doesn’t care
If she gets ‘a name.’
She made
Her choices,
They made
Theirs.
She can never be loved enough.
Her body
Can never
Contain
Too much love.

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Envy October 10, 2012

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Finally, a return to my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series! I know it has been long enough. In part this was because I was having a really hard time writing Envy and Lust. I just couldn’t be happy with them. And although admittedly they are still both nowhere close to how I want them to be, they are still a lot better than before. Hopefully I’ll have Lust up soon.

It is like a disease.
This…
Desire she has.
Yet it is not Lust.
Gluttony.
Avarice.
She desires that
Which is not hers to take.
She only wants him
Who does not belong to her.
And so
In this way,
By desiring only
That which she cannot have,
She resigns herself
To a life
Filled
With misery.

Very different from any of my original drafts. I hope you like it.

 

Sloth May 16, 2012

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The fifth in my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series. Ooh, I’m excited… I’m almost finished the sins part of this series, and I am almost ready to start posting the virtues.

Life is just
Too much effort.
Even the act
Of living
Takes so much willpower,
She has lost the energy
She needs to survive.
Crawling along:
The simple
Everyday
Act of breathing
Is unbearably laborious.
She is trapped
By the weight of
The world
On her shoulders.
It hurts
To smile.

 

Anger May 7, 2012

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The third in my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series.

Rage is like
The water
Dripping from a leaky roof,
And she is
The bucket
Placed underneath to catch the droplets.
It starts off slowly.
But when left unattended
The leak begins to grow,
Until it becomes a torrent of hate.
And then
The water spills out,
Overflowing and staining everyone nearby.
It could have been prevented
If only
Someone had fixed the leak
Or changed the bucket.
But who cares about one dripping ceiling?

 

Gluttony May 5, 2012

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This is the second in my Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues series. I think I’m going to bring out one every two or three  days. I’m putting this one up early because I got some great feedback on the last one. I hope you like this one too.

As quickly as
They are put on the table
In front of her
She gobbles them up.
She no longer
Cares about taste or texture.
That was a
Luxury
Of times gone by.
Now she simply consumes
To fill the empty
Space where her heart used to be.
Food.
Cars.
Jobs.
Children.
She inhales. She does not
Bother to chew any more.