Which seven deadly sin are you?

"Gluttony and ANGER!"


Eating and devouring with no
consideration for those less
than fortunate.
Hoarding with the primal urges so
insensitively and with
a bent taste for the
extortionate.

Moving towards this anger so
instinctively and proudly unstoppable.
This gluttony of ambivalence
was the only path so palpable.

Holiday's spent eating one
to many trays of candied sweets.
As well as not considering
the need for more patience.  
As I walk angrily about the
dark and hungry streets.

My anger grows more wrathful
against the wicked and the
cruel.  So many who seemingly
escape their judgments.  I
long to be the one who locks
them away for their final
confinements.

Both anger and Gluttony in
my mind tied together.  Hungry
for vengeance.  And yet even more
angry my own devilish weakness.  

I feel very removed from them. Equally. So I understand if this doesn't qualify

Upon a journey, in particular mine
Through the desert of life, the eternal crisis
Along came shades carefully matching stride
And claimed as it were to be these seven vices

Lust, Sloth, Wrath, Greed
Gluttony, Pride, green Envy
Lords of an occult and wayward crowd
They stuck around and this ear they found
'Stand tall, Pilgrim, face the patron saints of sin
And slow down there’s enough haste to go around
Be not alarmed just heed this testament
Listen to the knowledge that festers 'neath the ground'

Verily I quaked in my skin, pulling myself together
Summoning up lost tolerance, for this storm must weathered
Arrogance just can't hide its grin, avarice growing wetter
Dare I raise a fist or will ol' rabid fury get the better

Feet grow weaker in the heat of the hunt
As momentum breaks the quake is now at my feet
The ground opens hell, I had a good run
But I know right now you sure don't want to be me

While I'm devoured by entropy

Dragging me backwards by my breaking spine
Dragging me backwards, languid, humble, so supine
Dragging me backwards, miles past the starting line
Dragging me backwards, all out of wasted time

Longing to be back in my mind

Anger

Well yes, I'm a fucking woman.

Now I know what you're thinking:
Well, she bleeds for five days
and doesn't die
(and I don't trust that shit)

and she's stepped out
from behind the apron strings
long enough to know
she's good for it

... but call me weak
One. More. Fucking. Time.

I dare you.

Because I'm clearly too pretty
to fight off my men,
long enough to let
the blood stains dry

or to punch off the sighs,
those midnight whispers,
slow poisons that infiltrate
my black eyes-

one secretive mother-fucker
after the god damned

next.

Just because I own a cunt
doesn't make me a victim,
neither does it make you
a martyr

to glorify all of man kind
into the black hole
that hangs in the ass
of every liar

one silent rape after another,
because he thought

he could cross the line...

I live on because I can,
and I do it
because I am strong-
I am a woman

in every sense of the word;
a healer, a heart breaker,
a giver, a no-shit-taker
and I am fucking better than you.

So come on, call me weak
One. More. Fucking. Time.

I dare you.

LUST
Pleasures of the flesh include
A range of human action
From gentle touching in the nude
To sexual penetration

The bewitching feel of skin to skin
The  sharing of a passionate kiss
The tingle when the penis goes in
All these are too good to miss

The sharing of an orgasm
Is the height of ones longing
Creating such a mutual spasm
That will last until the morning

Why is lust such a sin?
When such actions are so natural
Two are needed to join in
But the feeling  must be mutual

It is a sin to impose
Ones self upon another
But not if both chose
An act of  lust  together

"Ira&Luxuria"

My life had ended abrupt.
By the time I realized it,
I stood upon the almighty clouds
And before the golden gates
Wishing for acceptance.

One by one,
People were granted
everlasting peace.
It was amazing to see
angels obtain their wings

I was getting closer
I saw in a distance
as rose pedals fell in grace
How can one resists such excitement?
When denial is dealt by a another mouth.

it was my turn now
To accept eternal joy
To live in peace forever
That is-until I fell from the clouds.

Spiraling from the light
through the in between
and into hell.
The darkness was inviting
As the fires of the damned
warmed my heart

I wanted redemption
To end the white plague
of divinity
I got my wings,
And I obtained my fire

This rage was bliss
As I insisted to wage war
I flew in contempt
To end an angel

And there she was upon those clouds
Playing beautiful music
A muse to all the souls
put to eternal rest.

I approached her with a smile
To sway her into my rues.
I acted gentle
I acted graceful
To deceive her
To end her.

I grabbed her wings
and I tore them away
her screams were more music now
A cry of the heavens
And my wraith.

I burned her eyes out
and I stuck my claws into
her chest
engraving lacerations of revenge
Putting her angelics to an end.

I am lacking confusion
I am a demon
Welcomed in the dark embers of revenge
my only will now is to kill.
As I did- I lust for more.

Bale, that form isn't too far from a terza rima. Have you worked in that format?
Excellent tale, by the way. I imagined a little prose between some stanzas while reading(hope you don't mind)

No I have not. Usually I write freely in form and content. I get the prose comment quite often, so i do not mind at all! I'm very glad you enjoyed.

I'm going to have to go with anger on this one

Do I forsake or embrace a change
Lose my sanity, become deranged
And from myself become estranged-
Will it even let me choose
I don’t have anything else to lose

I will free my rage and hate
And enter once more a brand new state
Let it burn away the better part of me
And stand alone in perpetuity
Free from pain, and shame, and misery

Anger is simple, cleansing, and pure
Never to back down or be unsure
Sink inside, give it control
Let it fill me, make me whole
And do away with the fragile soul

Consumed by fire
My inner desires
Set the monster free
And forego the good in me

No more Jekyll, I am only Hyde
The human within has died
The beast inside unleashed
Untamed, forever stained
Free from psyche’s chains

Embrace this new demonic form
And look upon the outer world with scorn
Waiting, ripe and ready to be torn
Pluck out innocence to crush underfoot
All bets are off, all points are moot
And I’ll shed, shred, this human suit

And now, with absence of soul
I am once again made whole
Undirected, uncontrolled
Free to satisfy my needs
To do as I please
Willing and able
To bring this world to its knees

I am the monster in my mirror
I am the demon in my view
Never more to ponder
This is my form true
Pushing out and bleeding through
Until this hollow shell should come unglued
And Saint Anger comes breaking through
Unluckiest card, worst in the deck
I am he, noose around my neck

Fueled by hate and rage
No longer trapped
Free from my cage
Anger becomes me
Or I become he

"The Rising Fall of the Fallen Rise"

(I cannot choose one for I am afflicted by all of them......included  here are the seven virtues, each of which I seek on a daily basis)




Pride pulls the strings.

Envy what is not mine,
a glutton for this punishment.
High on the bastion
of irrationality,
illogical twist
of the careening

fling...

formed in flight,
the informal eye,
infertile gaps
of ignorance still

in the dark
& mumbling
next to nothing.

Wayward hustle,

woe to the wending
whimsical
horrors nigh,

sloth & through
a laze of thought,
grasping calloused
greed & cull:

it never felt
so
mine all mine.

To vanity I hitch
my bladed mind -

feel my wrath:

humility: silent,
kindness stretched,
unheeded temperance
steadfast in diligence,
a charitable cause
challenging chastity

& refusing to call
my lust
a sin.

What I need,
or all I need,
is a little
more patience:

there are far worse ends
than hate & anger,
friends,
the fate of nothing

despair in howling
a silent future,
the unseen sign,

inadvertent slip
of the tie & slice,

smoke & ride
the melancholy,
watch the time
or sleep in dust.

Lust pulled the strings,
envied what was not mine,
a glutton for punishment.

Sloth & cough
the greed of days,
vanities clutch
my blade of wrath...

pride began
the rise of my fall.

You were quite wise to think of this
competition 
I really envy you recognition 
But only seven deadly sins you say
there must be more give me more
I'll gladly pay
But not a lot because my monies
mine to keep
But if there's other pleasures
that you would seek 
Oh the things I'll do to you
I'll love your body but I'd never be true
how dare you walk away from me
I'll hunt you down I'll make you see
But I'll do it tomorrow cause today 
I need to sleep 

Lust. Pure, honest, and complete. Lust ---

The alarm rang.
It continued to ring.

She always shuts it off as she gets out of bed.

Then it occurred to me,
The alarm was on my side of the bed.
Or, rather, I was on her side of the bed.

A result of last night's playing.
We had fallen asleep where we lay.
Her on my side and me on her side.

I felt an arm reach across my chest.
(I was laying on my back.)
It was too far for her to reach the alarm.

I felt her begin to slide across me to shut it down.
Her breasts began to slide across my chest.

About the time we were nipple to nipple,
She realized that I wasn't asleep,
She looked me eye-to-eye,
At very close range.

Her eyes squinted slightly.

She began to slide the rest of her body across mine.
In less than a moment, about half way across,
She felt a "barrier" to her hips slipping across mine.

Her comment, "Really?"
Received a wink in reply.

And her comment, "Even after last night?"
Resulted in a kiss.
A deep one.
With tongue.
With my hands on her back,
Sliding down to her tush.

As the kiss ended,
She reached for the alarm,
(slid her hips the rest of the way across mine,
Helped by my hands gripping and lifting her hips,
Pressing my erection between our stomachs)
She pressed the Snooze Button,
And said, "Nine minutes."

She then did something I had not expected.

She kissed me lightly on the lips.
Again. on my chin.
Then my neck --twice, make that trice.
(She left a love bite, under my left ear,
And another one, matching it, on my neck, below my right ear.)

That was followed by,
A kiss in the hollow where my neck met my chest.
And down the center of my chest.

She glanced up at me, winked (broadly), smiled.
And licked the tip of one nipple.

Just as I was distracted by that lick,
She pinched the other one,
Rolled it around between her fingers.

With a wiggle of her hips,
She slid her body on down,
Kissing and nibbling as she went.

When she got to the base of my cock,
Her nibbles stopped,
While her licking began,
In earnest.

Up one side to the tip,
Around the tip,
Kiss on the tip,
A tiny suck,
A slurp,
Then down the other side to the base,
Up. kiss, suck, slurp,and down,
Up, kiss, suck, slurp and down.

With each tongue caressing slurp of my dick,
I felt a massaging squeeze of my balls.

As she got to the base with her tongue,
After, I don't know how many round trips,
I felt her mouth begin to "swallow" my balls,
As her hand stroked my shaft.

That combination of stroking and sucking was.
The most amazingly, excruciatingly,
wonderfully arousing feeling I can remember having.

God, was I going to last even nine minutes?

As her mouth released my balls,
Her hand began a stoking, squeezing manipulation.
That manual manipulation of my balls,
Together with what her mouth was doing to my cock.
Took me toward a throbbing hardness,
A swollen engorgement,
That was nearly beyond containment.

A mouth fucking that would beat the nine minutes,
Easily.

Except, that she stopped.

I glanced down to see,
That while her mouth and one hand had been working on me,
Her other hand had been preparing herself for what was to come next.

Putting her wet hand again around my dick,
Stroking a couple of times,
She slithered up my body,
Met me nipple to nipple,
Mouth to mouth,
And guided my cock home,
Into her warm welcoming wetness,
Where she settled slowing against me,
Enveloping me with a caressing,
First stroke of perfect pleasure,
As she settled her genital passage,
Against, around my genital member.

"Now, beat the clock."

As I repeatedly drove up into her,
I fully intended to not only beat the clock,
But bring her to,
Orgasm,
Simultaneously with me.

As I pulled back for each thrust,
She tightened around me,
And drew herself up and away.

The sensation,
As aroused as I was,
Nearly brought tears to my eyes,
Tears of lust,
To cum,
within her.

I thrust up and in again.
Se met me coming down.

Her eyes met mine,
She was as on the verge as I.

The Snooze Alarm rang.

She raged, "Oh, god, not now".

I answered, "Now."
And forced myself up, in,
And exploded.

It was enough.
She joined me.

Contraction met ejaculation.

Our combined cum,
Running out around my cock,
Deeply homed inside of her,
And puddling under my hips,
Meant,


Clean sheets,
Would be needed tonight.

Avarice

Seated high on the throne of infamy
His smarting embrace envelopes pure desire
From the water you drink to the air you breathe
From the riches of kings to the rags of beggars
Your freedom, your mind, your possessions, your obsessions
Craving greatness and gall and anything at all
Senselessly slaved to the poisoned yearning of his core
He is avarice absolute, he wants the world and more.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/101408-avarice/