[POETRY] "The Saint is a Sinner"

[Rain't]

Another introspective, but from two perspectives- split wants, split motives, split actions

Anything violent is obviously fictitious

Anyone else do introspective creative writing?

"Sinner- or saint?"

I was born with a glitch in the code, call me ghost in the static
Smile plastic, heart a house of cards- collapsing's automatic
Eraser of faces, drawing lines with a scalpel
A canvas of screams painted in silence- a chapel
They call me monster? Nah, just a man in a mask
Peeling truth off the bone, the lies bleed when they’re asked
I ain’t hunting prey; I’m just following the scent
Where innocence ferments into guilt- heaven’s rent spent
Mother said I was special, Father called me deranged
Angels slicin' my throat, so I spit out their rage
Every mirror I smash has a new me inside
Call it self-discovery when your soul’s in divide
My shadow whispers secrets that the devil won’t tell
Every smile’s a locked door, and I’m the key to your hell
Is it torture or a gift to feel this much control?
When the world’s a broken record, I play God in the role
They say love is blind, so I blinded the truth
Kept its eyes in a jar like a memento of youth
And the heart? Well, that’s just a meat clock ticking
When the hands hit twelve, the gears start clicking
I’m a surgeon with intentions, precision like prayers
Each incision’s a hymn for the skin I repair
Do I fear the reaper? Nah, I’m his understudy
We exchange notes on redemption- turn rivers bloody

"But are you really that bad? Maybe you got it wrong..."

A flick of the wrist, and the curtain drops
Every scream’s an ovation when the music stops
I walk the alleys where shadows fester
A sermon for the guilty, delivered in a gesture
The moon’s my witness, pale-faced and coy
Whispering secrets in the cracks of my joy
I’m not the hero, nor the villain they frame
Just a hand on the scale, nudging the blame
Justice is a riddle with blood in its grin
A thousand wrong answers tattooed on skin
You call it madness? I call it design-
The pattern in chaos, a line by line
Streetlights blink like Morse code confessions
Each flicker a tale of the city’s obsessions
The gutters overflow with the weight of regret
While I etch my graffiti in the veins of the set
Is it punishment or poetry when the scales shift?
The blade sings softly; the night feels adrift
I keep my ledger clean, though the ink won’t dry
Every mark’s a story that begs to die
They say redemption’s a path paved with pain
But the road I walk only feeds the stain
What’s a laugh but a gasp dressed in disguise?
What’s justice but cruelty with kinder eyes?

"♥♥♥♥- I mean- you're not wrong. But why don't you try talking to each other?"

https://suno.com/song/574e060f-6f2a-4cac-bc7f-f06b2771c0cb

https://suno.com/playlist/d944e254-1737-42de-8222-ebbcc94bd291

[eram]

Ursprünglich geschrieben von Rain't:

Anyone else do introspective creative writing?

This is AI slop

are you into creative writing?

[Rain't]

Ursprünglich geschrieben von eram:

Ursprünglich geschrieben von Rain't:

Anyone else do introspective creative writing?

This is AI slop

are you into creative writing?

Prove it

[eram]

suno dot com

[Rain't]

Ursprünglich geschrieben von eram:

suno dot com

That's not the writing- that's the audio

[eram]

if the words are your own then i apologise for calling it Ai slop, i mean i think its awful but my opinion means nothing when it comes to your own personal writing. Maybe best to keep it personal tho? like in the old days we used to keep a diary and not show cringe

[Rain't]

Ursprünglich geschrieben von eram:

if the words are your own then i apologise for calling it Ai slop, i mean i think its awful but my opinion means nothing when it comes to your own personal writing. Maybe best to keep it personal tho? like in the old days we used to keep a diary and not show cringe

You probably could've stopped earlier in the first sentence, but that's okay

[eram]

Ursprünglich geschrieben von Rain't:

Ursprünglich geschrieben von eram:

if the words are your own then i apologise for calling it Ai slop, i mean i think its awful but my opinion means nothing when it comes to your own personal writing. Maybe best to keep it personal tho? like in the old days we used to keep a diary and not show cringe

You probably could've stopped earlier in the first sentence, but that's okay

i could have said the same thing about the poem :D

one of my personal favourites is Tim Key (poet)
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=tim+key+poet

i was in the audience for this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC8bwIiOLr4

I've got 300 pigs
YOU DONT EVEN HAVE A FARM MATE!

[Rain't]

Ursprünglich geschrieben von eram:

Ursprünglich geschrieben von Rain't:

You probably could've stopped earlier in the first sentence, but that's okay

i could have said the same thing about the poem :D

one of my personal favourites is Tim Key (poet)
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=tim+key+poet

i was in the audience for this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC8bwIiOLr4

I've got 300 pigs
YOU DONT EVEN HAVE A FARM MATE!

Weak Tim

Better Tim:

https://www.youtube.com/@TimMinchin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVN_0qvuhhw

[eram]

Tim Minchin is also amazing, more music that poetry tho.