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Published
Yesterday 4:53pm
Yesterday 4:53pm
White Lines
Leslie likes the white lines on the road
And her coffee table.
The party girl who grew up too fast,
Now asks her 15-year-old niece for cash.
Bouncing from hotel to motel,
You used to be so beautiful—
To think of the woman you could have been
Breaks my heart.
We hung out a couple of times,
You were so much fun to be around.
What broke you? Who hurt you?
Why couldn’t you just walk away from that life?
I loved your smile, your hazel eyes,
The most beautiful brown skin—
You...
And her coffee table.
The party girl who grew up too fast,
Now asks her 15-year-old niece for cash.
Bouncing from hotel to motel,
You used to be so beautiful—
To think of the woman you could have been
Breaks my heart.
We hung out a couple of times,
You were so much fun to be around.
What broke you? Who hurt you?
Why couldn’t you just walk away from that life?
I loved your smile, your hazel eyes,
The most beautiful brown skin—
You...
#drugs
25 reads
0 Comments
Roadisattva
Ian Kenney
Ian Kenney
Published
Yesterday 4:46pm
Yesterday 4:46pm
Election Day
election day
under the protestor's boot
a flower
under the protestor's boot
a flower
#senryu
17 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Published
Yesterday 4:38pm
Yesterday 4:38pm
I f**k the Girl
When in doubt, I fucked the girl
It always felt so right
Short or tall, they were sure to fall
I fucked one every night
It might not be the ideal time
There might be complications
But when you feel those pussy lips
You lose all reservations
It always felt so right
Short or tall, they were sure to fall
I fucked one every night
It might not be the ideal time
There might be complications
But when you feel those pussy lips
You lose all reservations
#dark
#lust
#sex
50 reads
1 Comment
Baldwin
Published
Yesterday 4:34pm
Yesterday 4:34pm
Ravager
I’ve now become
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
and overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has striped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
and overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has striped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
#depression
26 reads
0 Comments
chihiro_angel
geeeeel.crp
geeeeel.crp
Published
Yesterday 4:07pm
Yesterday 4:07pm
The Prison Beneath the Skin
I pity the spiders forced to fight,
torn from their webs, thrown into battles
they never chose, their fragile legs grasping at life
while other hands decide their own fate.
I was never fond of them, and I never will be,
but fear does not blind me to their suffering.
They do not seek harm, only survival,
yet they are crushed beneath thoughtless hands.
But deeper still is the sorrow I feel
for birds who have never touched the sky.
Trapped behind cold metal bars,
they sing songs of longing, not knowing why. ...
torn from their webs, thrown into battles
they never chose, their fragile legs grasping at life
while other hands decide their own fate.
I was never fond of them, and I never will be,
but fear does not blind me to their suffering.
They do not seek harm, only survival,
yet they are crushed beneath thoughtless hands.
But deeper still is the sorrow I feel
for birds who have never touched the sky.
Trapped behind cold metal bars,
they sing songs of longing, not knowing why. ...
#despair
19 reads
0 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Published
Yesterday 3:30pm
Yesterday 3:30pm
The Rooted Lofty Tree
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles...
#aging
#gratitude
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#nostalgia
23 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Published
Yesterday 3:13pm
Yesterday 3:13pm
Calm spirits of AWAKENING
As I stop and look and listen not only to my own mind and heart, I listen carefully to what others have to say on what they think and say about some situations, for sure it's true we all have our own opinions on what we see and hear, and read between the lines ✍️ For it's a pleasure to be able to have grown FOLKS conversations, as we can agree or disagree, but yet come together with a positive level of understanding, and walk away with knowledge and wisdom and enlightenment. With insight and the spiritual subconsciousness of our lives and dreams. Still intact with our endless,...
#dialogue
#gratitude
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
22 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter1 part 1
The brown brick building at 1015 Chambers Street was not as easy to find as everyone may have thought. It was surrounded by other buildings that look identical to it. The only stand out feature that it had going for it was a small porcelain vase, off to the right, by the door way had one purple tulip in it.
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
#StreamOfConsciousness
38 reads
10 Comments
Green_Arrow
Published
Yesterday 11:20am
Yesterday 11:20am
Didn't Know That It's Really A Sex Film
Connie walked in and
said that she can't
find her costume
before she spotted
Kent, Robyn and
Jamie humping in
front of the film crew.
said that she can't
find her costume
before she spotted
Kent, Robyn and
Jamie humping in
front of the film crew.
#confusion
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#friendship
#sex
48 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Published
Yesterday 11:20am
Yesterday 11:20am
Too Much
Too much of a good thing isn't good for any of us
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
#addiction
#loneliness
#philosophical #temptation
#philosophical #temptation
40 reads
5 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Published
12th Jan 2025 10:30pm
12th Jan 2025 10:30pm
Tie your tighty whities...
#dirty
#sex
202 reads
2 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Published
Yesterday 9:53am
Yesterday 9:53am
"The Myth of King Arthur" Series: Chapter I. King Arthur, or El Morya
In the misty castle noble men,
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
#God
#historical
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
28 reads
3 Comments
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