Sinful pleasures in the eyes of God,
Tempted to touch a passion unknown.
Pressure to walk in than to walk away,
Longing in front of me to be discovered.
My conscious speaking but deaf in hearing,
Jaw wide open by such striking beauty.
I walk a step further into a corrupted trap,
Closing the door behind me for sinful pleasures.
Sinful world I live on this dreadful earth,
Between skies up high and grounds below.
Wishful thinking to be an angel of bliss,
Terrorized by the thought of a fallen angel.
I am here suffering between light and dark,
Torturing myself between the good and evil.
I cannot keep faith with this life any longer,
I am surrounded around a sinful world.
Sinful people share the days with me,
Games they make with roles to play.
Tainted by the problems all over them,
Innocence is drained from their hearts.
Yet integrity always remains in their souls,
No matter the wickedness others bring.
They are people too and I blend nowhere,
So I join the crew with the sinful people.
But blessed I am in the eyes of God,
Forgiven for my own human reaction.
Given the chance to express my thoughts,
Both filled with perfection and flaws.
And blessed I am for believing in me,
I have courage to convey my blemishes.
Having hope that from my mistakes I rise,
Rise in peace that I am sinfully blessed.
Poets are born and made everyday. They are born to express to
the public their most intimate feelings in writing. They are made due to the
circumstances of their journeys.We have feelings each day of our lives and for
some of us it takes one way or the other to feel better about
ourselves. So, some of us share our most darkest secrets to our close friends,
some may keep it for themselves, others write their hearts out on paper.
And although poetry is a very complicated form of art, those who have hit
that kind of reality have easily understood it.
Welcome to “sinfully blessed”. It is a website based between darkness and
light, good and evil, ying and yang. I deal with everything that
surrounds me whether good or bad. Although some of my poetry has
not been lived by me, I have understood most concept of life. I do
not know life but I try to appreciate it through my writings. One thing
I have learnt when I began writing- I am tempted to commit mistakes in life.
But at the end of it all, I learn from it and that is what makes life
so beautiful- to be able to learn from the experience and share it with
others. So, today, I share this with you. Any thoughts, suggestions, feel
free to communicate.
Yours Truly,
Irina Mann
