Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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confessional published by members recently online poems.
Switching To Past Tense...
.. ...
Switching to past tense...
I write this poem
And the past is tense with déjà vu
Meanwhile...
Time elapses ... between the lines
And I read... several journeys...
Several trips to the present intervened
Switching to past tense...
I continued this poem
Line and stanza ...
Revolving around each other
Rhythm and intonation ...
Dabbling in teleportation
...
Switching to past tense...
I write this poem
And the past is tense with déjà vu
Meanwhile...
Time elapses ... between the lines
And I read... several journeys...
Several trips to the present intervened
Switching to past tense...
I continued this poem
Line and stanza ...
Revolving around each other
Rhythm and intonation ...
Dabbling in teleportation
...
#confessional
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Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
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Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
54 reads
0 Comments
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
54 reads
0 Comments
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
54 reads
0 Comments
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
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To Love Myself
I’m constantly bombarded with contradicting opinions
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
#rhyming
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
1096 reads
27 Comments
To Love Myself
I’m constantly bombarded with contradicting opinions
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
#rhyming
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
1096 reads
27 Comments
To Love Myself
I’m constantly bombarded with contradicting opinions
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
#rhyming
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
1096 reads
27 Comments
To Love Myself
I’m constantly bombarded with contradicting opinions
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
That leave me confused about my self-image
I’m told that I’m unique among all the billions
Of people on Earth; why am I so timid?
If I’m such an amazing human being
Why have so many tried their best to destroy me?
There must be something that I’m not seeing
For people to react extremely; either they love me or hate me.
Maybe by loving me too much, people end up destroying themselves
And they curse me for my very existence
So how can you ask me to love myself?
You’re messing...
#rhyming
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
1096 reads
27 Comments
Our cock whacking and why
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
713 reads
8 Comments
Our cock whacking and why
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
713 reads
8 Comments
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