poem #1

Breakable.
That’s what we are.
Beings never knowing exactly
How far we will go
Just to get the sensational taste
Of sin.
That bitter sweet,
Delectable sting,
It crosses your lips,
Lingers on your wavering tongue,
never lasting long.
The high you get
just from a simple,yet satiable sample of
Of poison.
We are giving in,
Will power never sank in.
Futile, weak,
Our meager bodies cannot control
The yearning for something more.
It’s human nature.
How can we fight it?
The calling always hinders
Our judgment to the core.
The ceiling’s down.
The floor is up.
Impairment of reality,
Masked by words Of banality.
Take off the blindfold,
Untie the noose
Because we’re hanging ourselves
Dry.

Heylo

Holly told me to follow her blog, so then I made one. So, I have no idea what I am going to say on here because I don't really have anything that exciting to say to any of you. Sorry. I guess I will post some of my poems and whatever else comes to mind.