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It frustrates me to no end to see such lack of discipline among God's own. The lack of minor things such as punctuation or proper form can only be indicative of a greater problem. The little things like that are what make the difference. You all know this. A Christian forum that shows less...

Soul Tandem Black and Jaden, Burden laden, Darkling Lord with Truthful Maiden Silver wings and harshly taken, Purpose driven, to be brazen. Love and sex and pride to sever, Cutting deeper, bleeding never, Living tandem, Chasing heated, Written, read it, cold and clever. Strength for...

Huntsman I bear claws without paws, wounds without cause, And prey that may be dead. An unknown among knowledge, don’t know what to call it, But purpose as pure as my bed. The darkness shines and I grow unkind, My hunger grows to my fill. I’ll not be dissuaded; no matter I’m hated, I...

What a sad kingdom I hold. What place do I keep for myself that is worthy? They’d have you believe I’ve got something to boast, this hole in my chest, that there is honor in my sufferance. I sit inside on a throne meant to be proud, now cold and hard for the wrong that I’ve caused. The chance...

Soul Rhythm Black and churning, Fire burning, Ever twisting, stalwart learning, Dire pain and silent hurting, Silver quick and loudly surging. Blades and blood and bone and fight, Running, living for the night, Power calm, and burden now, Lone and bold to breach new heights. Soft and...

I've been in somthing of a rut lately, which is why I haven't been posting or replying much. It's not that I haven't been writing, I've simply been writing things that I will never show to the public. No offence. This one is one of my more recent ones. I wasn't going to post it, but I figured 'I...

Bound Bound at the eyes, Tied at the chest, Tightly held against your breast. My mind shrinks back, My soul delves in, My heart’s in your hand My flesh gladly sins. Your legs bound ‘round me, Holding me here. The fact is I won’t leave; That I should though, is clear. We’re...

I'm not entirely sure I should post this. It was written for my nameless wife. However, for all I know, this may lead her to me. Give me any thoughts that in insighted in you, for this is perhaps my favorite work to her. How will you fill my Silver Void? I burn to ache to feel you...

I don't get anything out of poems written to the Lord. Not that one shouldn't write them, but I don't even want to read someone else's because it just seems like the kind of thing that shouldn't be shared. You know what I mean? Most of my poems are directed at my future wife, but if she...

I suppose that this will be more populare with the young ladies among us. I can hope so, in any case. I just thought that you should know, as with any of my work, the term Lady refers to the title, not the slang it is usually attributed with. Any helpful criticism would be appreciated. Enjoy...

Is in trying to be idealistic Christians. I've been met with a lot of opposition in the past for my graphic or violent writings. Other times simply for speaking of things that were not solely about God or writing about subject matter that is dirty and unwholesome. I've been told that there is...

perhaps you could give me some suggestions. I hate the feeling of bloodied dew on my lips, Splattered there from our wonton kiss: It sticks and stains, Never washes away, I'll just rip away all of this! The flesh, the soul, The want, the whole, My blood, My love, My life...

that I'm a very romantic person at heart. Many of my posts would portend as much. I've been told that my standards are too high, I'm not thinking realistically, and a few others are all the reasons that I've never been in a serious relationship. Personally, I don't agree. I make it a point...

It seems I've been slow on the draw. I'd greatly like to be included in the critique group, but have only now been able to sign on, and everyone is off. I've already made this site my homepage after only a day and am going to be very regular around here. In any case, just let me know who to...

Heartbeat I wish to feel flesh beneath my fingertips, A pulse beneath my palm, Sweet breath upon my lips again, as fervent as a psalm. A taste is all I ever took, too much for me to bear, When in warm darkness next we meet, my Lady, meet you there.

I'm fairly new here, but love the site already. I haven't done much exploring, but I was wondering if poems here are restricted to those about one's faith. I do believe that my better one's refer to my future wife, yet am unsure if it would be inappropriate to post some here. I would be...

Greetings, all. I just joined this site yesterday, and am only miffed that I found it so late. I will be going to college to be a writer soon and thought that I should post part of my manuscript here. The problem is, that I'm afraid that some may find it... offensive. The subject...

Pain. It cuts cuts that do not bleed, Hope against hope that they’ll set me free. Pain overwhelming, yet I do not move, Ever gained nothing, nothing to lose. Safety, for nothing is always mine to choose. I can only see Darkness as I’m licked by it’s flame, Yet I both know that I’m to...