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16th March 11:59pm
Dear_Collarbone
A Hello & Good Night
Good evening everyone out there,
I'm writing for quite some time but just recently discovered poetry for myself - more or less as an outlet for daunting, haunting, and dark thoughts, I guess. (Un)Fortunately, it's easiest for me to write when I'm feeling down, so most of my poems revolve around anger, frustration, helplessness, sadness, and despair. Moments of heartbreak (mostly inflicted by myself) and self-doubts, moments of questioning myself and feeling hurt. Maybe there will be a day where I also have positive thoughts to share, but for now, I'm just glad to have found an outlet.
Cheers,
M
I'm writing for quite some time but just recently discovered poetry for myself - more or less as an outlet for daunting, haunting, and dark thoughts, I guess. (Un)Fortunately, it's easiest for me to write when I'm feeling down, so most of my poems revolve around anger, frustration, helplessness, sadness, and despair. Moments of heartbreak (mostly inflicted by myself) and self-doubts, moments of questioning myself and feeling hurt. Maybe there will be a day where I also have positive thoughts to share, but for now, I'm just glad to have found an outlet.
Cheers,
M
12th March 10:35am
Sageofsongs
Self Care
How I ended up there is a story for another day but what I can tell you is that she said she needed 'self care'
'What exactly is self care?' I asked rhetorically
'well today has just been a long day, so please just take a seat over there'
She left the room to go shower
Leaving me sitting there
Her bedroom just turned into a waiting room.
'No magazines' I jokingly pondered
I guess it's just me and my own thoughts
She walked back in, paying no attention to my presence.
She had a command over the room
You could tell she was used to being in charge
Though covering nothing
Nothing about her seemed bare
She was dressed in confidence
A moment ago I was lost in my thoughts
Yet by walking in she got my full attention
I didn't say anything, I just knew that if I spoke now I'd say something awkward
There she was calm as ever
She walked to her dresser
And took out a bottle of oil
She opened it, proceeded to lie on her bed
Then started applying it on her body
'wouldn't it be better to moisturizing whilst standing or seated' I thought to myself, oh but I was missing the point.
I've been left to my own devices for too long
Slowly she rubbed the oil on herself
Making sure to feel herself up and down
Each drop of that oil had a purpose
Each hand had a direction
Thighs, Torso and bust
Eventually were all glistening
Enhancing the bronze of her skin
She brought a pillow closer to her
And let her head lie on it
She closed her eyes
And just started touching her breasts
Slowly playing with them
Then let out a long breath
Her left hand still on her breasts area,
Her other hand moved down to her stomach. Then her sides and each hand was then in motion
Inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly
She was feeling herself all over
Still seated there, I knew I wasn't needed
Then her hands reached down to her thighs. Still gentle with herself, moving slowly yet avoiding her nether region.
She opened her eyes and for the first time since entering the room looked at me. I couldn't help but stare.
'well this is self care' she uttered
Reapplying the oil she started touching herself. Opening her thighs to make sure I had a full view. I saw her smirk a little right before lying back once again.
The geek in me couldn't help but think:
'she probably knows the difference between a vulva and a vagina'
She wasn't just playing with herself
She was actually pleasuring herself
The energy in the room was just commanding
it was slowly becoming vulnerable
I don't know if she was intending to put up a show
Yet there she was eyes closed
and rubbing herself
She played with her clit
Then touched around her slit
Slowly and gently
Then go back up
Letting out another breath
Then a moan
She put a finger in
Then later two
She was very gentle with herself
But out of the blue
Started fingering herself really quickly
Then slow down
Play with herself slowly
Then quicken the pace again
She turned to her side and just continued with her session
No longer caring about
what I could or couldn't see
I'll let you imagine the rest
But once she was done
She had tears in her eyes
I was only a spectator that day
And I could only thank her
for letting me see that
'What exactly is self care?' I asked rhetorically
'well today has just been a long day, so please just take a seat over there'
She left the room to go shower
Leaving me sitting there
Her bedroom just turned into a waiting room.
'No magazines' I jokingly pondered
I guess it's just me and my own thoughts
She walked back in, paying no attention to my presence.
She had a command over the room
You could tell she was used to being in charge
Though covering nothing
Nothing about her seemed bare
She was dressed in confidence
A moment ago I was lost in my thoughts
Yet by walking in she got my full attention
I didn't say anything, I just knew that if I spoke now I'd say something awkward
There she was calm as ever
She walked to her dresser
And took out a bottle of oil
She opened it, proceeded to lie on her bed
Then started applying it on her body
'wouldn't it be better to moisturizing whilst standing or seated' I thought to myself, oh but I was missing the point.
I've been left to my own devices for too long
Slowly she rubbed the oil on herself
Making sure to feel herself up and down
Each drop of that oil had a purpose
Each hand had a direction
Thighs, Torso and bust
Eventually were all glistening
Enhancing the bronze of her skin
She brought a pillow closer to her
And let her head lie on it
She closed her eyes
And just started touching her breasts
Slowly playing with them
Then let out a long breath
Her left hand still on her breasts area,
Her other hand moved down to her stomach. Then her sides and each hand was then in motion
Inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly
She was feeling herself all over
Still seated there, I knew I wasn't needed
Then her hands reached down to her thighs. Still gentle with herself, moving slowly yet avoiding her nether region.
She opened her eyes and for the first time since entering the room looked at me. I couldn't help but stare.
'well this is self care' she uttered
Reapplying the oil she started touching herself. Opening her thighs to make sure I had a full view. I saw her smirk a little right before lying back once again.
The geek in me couldn't help but think:
'she probably knows the difference between a vulva and a vagina'
She wasn't just playing with herself
She was actually pleasuring herself
The energy in the room was just commanding
it was slowly becoming vulnerable
I don't know if she was intending to put up a show
Yet there she was eyes closed
and rubbing herself
She played with her clit
Then touched around her slit
Slowly and gently
Then go back up
Letting out another breath
Then a moan
She put a finger in
Then later two
She was very gentle with herself
But out of the blue
Started fingering herself really quickly
Then slow down
Play with herself slowly
Then quicken the pace again
She turned to her side and just continued with her session
No longer caring about
what I could or couldn't see
I'll let you imagine the rest
But once she was done
She had tears in her eyes
I was only a spectator that day
And I could only thank her
for letting me see that
Written by Sageofsongs
Any pointers?
I'm not sure about my writing style yet, especially in writing narrative poetry/prose
Edited 10th March 4:20am
xR3iN4x
Hi There
Thankful I've finally taken this leap of faith to join this wonderful place.
A place where I'll have the opportunity to expose the words that race in my mind day and night like a raging fire with no release. So cheers to all the writers I can't wait to read some more. Here's to something new ^.^
A place where I'll have the opportunity to expose the words that race in my mind day and night like a raging fire with no release. So cheers to all the writers I can't wait to read some more. Here's to something new ^.^
8th March 1:59pm
EpifaniPatois
In another lifetime
In another lifetime we could get lost in everything that was meant to be
Regardless if no one else understood us but we
We still got eachother like the couples we read about
Destined to leave our mark in a not so perfect world but perfect together no doubt
No doubt nothing can kill the perfectly imperfect situation we’ve fallen into
No worries in the world because you got me and I got you
I love how you love me despite the unusual circumstance
I couldn’t walk away from a once in a lifetime love I might not ever get the chance
Get the chance to hold you console you make love to you and mentally go to places upon places some id probably never see
But the idea of you being beside me is truly the place I’d rather be
you see I’ve not gone to many places so I don’t miss what I’ve never been exposed to
I’d missed loving you because loving you is what I’m supposed to do.
I’m addicted to the fantasy of me and you u
im addicted your smile your touch the way you make me understand the things you do. I’m addicted to Love I’m so addicted to you....
You love me despite me complex because loving me is quite complex
You love me and you don’t worry about my imperfections
You see the things I wish you didn’t and you love my complexion
Every woman wants a man to encourage them to live without fear
Fear of embracing my imperfections and that’s why I love you my dear
I may not seem lucky in the eyes of some
But I’m lucky enough to be loved by a chosen one.
Im apart of your today and pray to be apart of your tomorrow
If I ran out sand in the hour glass there’s some time I’d have to borrow
You see you don’t understand how deep this runs for me
I’ve stared into the abyss and it’s now back me
You are my abyss my open space my shelter my place I run to
Encapsulated in your love what am I really supposed to do
What am I supposed to do when my very life functions consist of you
I breathe you my heart skips a beat when I need you and when I see you....
Oh my god with you I stop I attach myself to you, you breathe life into me honestly what am I supposed to do
Resuscitate me give me one more day and I will worry about tomorrow
I’d suffocate without you so that’s some more time I’d have to borrow
Borrowed time couldn’t be any sweeter than this Time we’d had to share
Dreading the day I hear God loved you more than me and he took you home a pain I’m so not ready to bare
For now I’ll hold onto today and pray for tomorrow with you
Held by your simple “I Love you”
Regardless if no one else understood us but we
We still got eachother like the couples we read about
Destined to leave our mark in a not so perfect world but perfect together no doubt
No doubt nothing can kill the perfectly imperfect situation we’ve fallen into
No worries in the world because you got me and I got you
I love how you love me despite the unusual circumstance
I couldn’t walk away from a once in a lifetime love I might not ever get the chance
Get the chance to hold you console you make love to you and mentally go to places upon places some id probably never see
But the idea of you being beside me is truly the place I’d rather be
you see I’ve not gone to many places so I don’t miss what I’ve never been exposed to
I’d missed loving you because loving you is what I’m supposed to do.
I’m addicted to the fantasy of me and you u
im addicted your smile your touch the way you make me understand the things you do. I’m addicted to Love I’m so addicted to you....
You love me despite me complex because loving me is quite complex
You love me and you don’t worry about my imperfections
You see the things I wish you didn’t and you love my complexion
Every woman wants a man to encourage them to live without fear
Fear of embracing my imperfections and that’s why I love you my dear
I may not seem lucky in the eyes of some
But I’m lucky enough to be loved by a chosen one.
Im apart of your today and pray to be apart of your tomorrow
If I ran out sand in the hour glass there’s some time I’d have to borrow
You see you don’t understand how deep this runs for me
I’ve stared into the abyss and it’s now back me
You are my abyss my open space my shelter my place I run to
Encapsulated in your love what am I really supposed to do
What am I supposed to do when my very life functions consist of you
I breathe you my heart skips a beat when I need you and when I see you....
Oh my god with you I stop I attach myself to you, you breathe life into me honestly what am I supposed to do
Resuscitate me give me one more day and I will worry about tomorrow
I’d suffocate without you so that’s some more time I’d have to borrow
Borrowed time couldn’t be any sweeter than this Time we’d had to share
Dreading the day I hear God loved you more than me and he took you home a pain I’m so not ready to bare
For now I’ll hold onto today and pray for tomorrow with you
Held by your simple “I Love you”
7th March 5:18pm
TruthSouljourner Haneefah M
Hello All
Power of Poetry
Poetry creates space to express my ideas , their value & meaning
It's a blessing to have this outlet for my thoughts & my feelings.
But in truth any form of writing can be a special kind of experience
For me writing is a way to share my words, my needs & my soul's essence.
Poetry has saved me from drowning in the deep waters of despair
It opens its doors to my pain or rage & let's me leave it there.
Poetry creates space to express my ideas , their value & meaning
It's a blessing to have this outlet for my thoughts & my feelings.
But in truth any form of writing can be a special kind of experience
For me writing is a way to share my words, my needs & my soul's essence.
Poetry has saved me from drowning in the deep waters of despair
It opens its doors to my pain or rage & let's me leave it there.
7th March 3:27pm
noelbirwa
SOMEONE LIKE ME
I get so nervous whenever am around people,
i have low selfesteem like i dont belong to myself
keep asking whats going on in my life.
Am becoming someone i do not like,if my 10yrs
old self saw me,she will not find solace in someone like me.
I'm becoming bitter,angry,sad,jealous,envious,insecure,
impatient,dependent,toxic,lazy ,stubborn in an unhealthy way.
All things that i wish am not.All i want to do,is to be able to control
my inner demons, own them and come out victorious.
All i want to be is a woman who can carry herself with strength,kindness
courage,love,competence and a wowan who accepts her flaws and work the ones that i can work out and own the ones i can't fully change.
I just hope that someday when i look back in my life years from now.
That i will become my greatest potential and will become the better version of me who is inside me and is trying to come out now.
i need to find courage and the strength and not to let self doubt and fears get in my way of becoming myself.
Hopefully i will find it sooner because i need some direction in my life right now.
i have low selfesteem like i dont belong to myself
keep asking whats going on in my life.
Am becoming someone i do not like,if my 10yrs
old self saw me,she will not find solace in someone like me.
I'm becoming bitter,angry,sad,jealous,envious,insecure,
impatient,dependent,toxic,lazy ,stubborn in an unhealthy way.
All things that i wish am not.All i want to do,is to be able to control
my inner demons, own them and come out victorious.
All i want to be is a woman who can carry herself with strength,kindness
courage,love,competence and a wowan who accepts her flaws and work the ones that i can work out and own the ones i can't fully change.
I just hope that someday when i look back in my life years from now.
That i will become my greatest potential and will become the better version of me who is inside me and is trying to come out now.
i need to find courage and the strength and not to let self doubt and fears get in my way of becoming myself.
Hopefully i will find it sooner because i need some direction in my life right now.
Written by noelbirwa
hey, whatsapp? this is my first poem, its called
Someone like me
Someone like me
4th March 5:36pm
ProxyRoxy
This is some real deep stuff, when I wasn’t associating sex in the right way.
As well as slightly erotic, and deep I’d like to put it out there for opinions. I’m sure it’s relatable to some. (I hope haha)
Hi! I’m new here!
MY BED.
I laid there fragile in the crisp white sheets,
They wrapped me like your arms,
Coveting my bruised heart.
And I’ll hang a veil over your twisted mind; while I pull your eyes shut.
Screaming for you to keep them closed.
I don’t want you to see me.
While you fuck me like you love me,
Kiss me like you hold your breath,
Carress my body like a lifetime,
Yet spit on me like poison.
I whisper for you to wrap your hands around my neck,
My back cracks while my stomach is drawn towards the celing,
Our lips touch its not just kissing, my whole body aches,
In this moment you are my centre,
The only thing that can iron my mind,
Smoothe out all the kicks,
But to you I am worthless,
Yet I’ll still let you rip at my skin,
Throw stones at my soul while they rattle inside me when my bed frame smashes against the wall.
I let you fuck me so I can fix myself
Hi! I’m new here!
MY BED.
I laid there fragile in the crisp white sheets,
They wrapped me like your arms,
Coveting my bruised heart.
And I’ll hang a veil over your twisted mind; while I pull your eyes shut.
Screaming for you to keep them closed.
I don’t want you to see me.
While you fuck me like you love me,
Kiss me like you hold your breath,
Carress my body like a lifetime,
Yet spit on me like poison.
I whisper for you to wrap your hands around my neck,
My back cracks while my stomach is drawn towards the celing,
Our lips touch its not just kissing, my whole body aches,
In this moment you are my centre,
The only thing that can iron my mind,
Smoothe out all the kicks,
But to you I am worthless,
Yet I’ll still let you rip at my skin,
Throw stones at my soul while they rattle inside me when my bed frame smashes against the wall.
I let you fuck me so I can fix myself
