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yonahjeong0-
Yonah Jeong
Yonah Jeong
Published
Today 4:42pm
Today 4:42pm
The Language of Love
All language
To say
It is used
All language
To Listen
It is used
And it is born to be still.
To say
It is used
All language
To Listen
It is used
And it is born to be still.
#love
8 reads
0 Comments
tomyaccusers
Published
Today 4:41pm
Today 4:41pm
Gossips..Would you rather I said..?
The mechanism of death from hanging is effectively decapitation.
R cerebral anoxia (which can lead to permanent brain damage), laryngeal fracture, cervical spine fracture, tracheal fracture, pharyngealThe ligature in suicidal strangulation may be knotted or tightened like a tourniquet. As the ligature is tightened the face and neck may become congested due to slow venous compression. Laryngeal fractures are rare and injuries are mild and often confined to the single ligature mark around the neck.espiratory asphyxia, interruption to cerebral blood flow because of occlusion of vessels...
R cerebral anoxia (which can lead to permanent brain damage), laryngeal fracture, cervical spine fracture, tracheal fracture, pharyngealThe ligature in suicidal strangulation may be knotted or tightened like a tourniquet. As the ligature is tightened the face and neck may become congested due to slow venous compression. Laryngeal fractures are rare and injuries are mild and often confined to the single ligature mark around the neck.espiratory asphyxia, interruption to cerebral blood flow because of occlusion of vessels...
#hell
8 reads
yonahjeong0-
Yonah Jeong
Yonah Jeong
Published
Today 4:41pm
Today 4:41pm
Someone's Insight
Every time I clean
the bank,
and the glass table
I find
The customers had groups of hands
I wiped it hard every day
It would be easy to do the wooden table.......
while from one day
I can't see them there
I don't have to wipe it up today
Coming home
Even if I think about why
It doesn't find out well
I Imagine what to clean tomorrow
and I caught the reason
Yes
It was a flower on the mirror table
The beauty of flower,
It is to block human hands.
the bank,
and the glass table
I find
The customers had groups of hands
I wiped it hard every day
It would be easy to do the wooden table.......
while from one day
I can't see them there
I don't have to wipe it up today
Coming home
Even if I think about why
It doesn't find out well
I Imagine what to clean tomorrow
and I caught the reason
Yes
It was a flower on the mirror table
The beauty of flower,
It is to block human hands.
#love
8 reads
0 Comments
moroccanpoet
Published
Today 4:19pm
Today 4:19pm
Vow
#admiration
#love
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
4 reads
1 Comment
LillyRosa
Published
Today 3:54pm
Today 3:54pm
What's Hers
She's so lucky, she's got you
You make it so hard not to fall for you
Oh God
Here we go again
It's unfair for me to feel this way
She's my friend and I can't take what's hers
But oh why
Must you be so fine?
So don't you seize me up like this
Don't pretend to be naive
Don't make me end up doing something
That I'll regret
You make it so hard not to fall for you
Oh God
Here we go again
It's unfair for me to feel this way
She's my friend and I can't take what's hers
But oh why
Must you be so fine?
So don't you seize me up like this
Don't pretend to be naive
Don't make me end up doing something
That I'll regret
#crush
#ForbiddenLove
#jealousy
5 reads
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Published
Today 3:38pm
Today 3:38pm
Roots
Tears streak liquid pain.
My roots thrash in tainted ground..
Lips silent, throb blame.
My roots thrash in tainted ground..
Lips silent, throb blame.
#betrayal
#haiku
#sadness
13 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Published
Today 3:27pm
Today 3:27pm
Listening to Mozart
Haunting, death of emptiness
silence screaming for verse
thirsting inside my head
as you lay dead, haunting
in seductive piegnoir
shackled in memories
as you bled
listening to Mozart
tickle the ivories of my mind
silence screaming for verse
thirsting inside my head
as you lay dead, haunting
in seductive piegnoir
shackled in memories
as you bled
listening to Mozart
tickle the ivories of my mind
#erotic
29 reads
4 Comments
msbeav
Brenda
Brenda
Published
Today 3:19pm
Today 3:19pm
Love Will Never Die
On the night my mom passed I had a dream. In my dream was this beautiful angel with large pink wings. The angel smiled and said to me, " dry your eyes child, your mom is tired and ready to go home." NO , I screamed, this is her home!
The angel replied - follow me, there's something I want you to see.
She pointed to the left and there stood my mom in a field of wildflowers. She looked so beautiful with long dark auburn hair and not a wrinkle did I see. My mom was smiling and talking with my grandma and grandpa, aunts and uncles and my brother Joe too.
The...
The angel replied - follow me, there's something I want you to see.
She pointed to the left and there stood my mom in a field of wildflowers. She looked so beautiful with long dark auburn hair and not a wrinkle did I see. My mom was smiling and talking with my grandma and grandpa, aunts and uncles and my brother Joe too.
The...
#brother
#father
#mother
#separation
#sister
7 reads
0 Comments
Kinkpoet
Published
Today 2:58pm
Today 2:58pm
Magical Chaos
under moonlit sky,
gentle breezes
cool desert sand.
coyotes howling.
not-quite saguaro,
not-quite man,
spirit towering
over rocky landscape.
observing
two-legged creatures
painting, sculpting,
performing.
twirling, leaping,
dancing in celebration
burning desires
ignite temple of man.
© 2024
gentle breezes
cool desert sand.
coyotes howling.
not-quite saguaro,
not-quite man,
spirit towering
over rocky landscape.
observing
two-legged creatures
painting, sculpting,
performing.
twirling, leaping,
dancing in celebration
burning desires
ignite temple of man.
© 2024
#art
#dance
#music
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
16 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Published
Today 2:55pm
Today 2:55pm
Calling to my Goddess
#lover
#passion
13 reads
0 Comments
Thedeadinme
Published
Today 2:40pm
Today 2:40pm
Untitled
A desolate ruin besets me
Vague and opaque
A visage of past misgivings
Better suitted for the weak
Vague and opaque
A visage of past misgivings
Better suitted for the weak
#philosophical
15 reads
1 Comment
Diaryofabasketcase
Bumped Today 2:21pm
16th Feb 2024 1:36am
16th Feb 2024 1:36am
My Darling
Adelaide had woken up
And started off her day
Fred was left in bed
By him, some coffee and a plate
He took his time, waking up slow
Got up and made the bed
As Adelaide would write downstairs
Fred sipped and ate and read
He sat up and he stretched in place
And opened up the curtains
The birds they sang, the sun beat through
What’s today? He wasn’t certain
He thought today was special
Perhaps a birthday or a date
An evening planned out with his love
What does his day await?
He had no...
And started off her day
Fred was left in bed
By him, some coffee and a plate
He took his time, waking up slow
Got up and made the bed
As Adelaide would write downstairs
Fred sipped and ate and read
He sat up and he stretched in place
And opened up the curtains
The birds they sang, the sun beat through
What’s today? He wasn’t certain
He thought today was special
Perhaps a birthday or a date
An evening planned out with his love
What does his day await?
He had no...
#sadness
#relationships
#romantic
#death
#FallingInLove
138 reads
4 Comments
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