Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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confessional published by members recently online poems.
We Live
I Is Me simply isn't the band wagon type
We don't do shit simply because it's tradition or popular
When we breathe, we breathe because we have to
There isn't an attempt to synchonize and breathe as one
We live, so we breathe
We drink water and eat food
Not because everyone else is doing it
But these thing are necessary for us to live in this body
It demands nourishment, although we have a delicate palate
We live, so we eat
We hear because we have been blessed with hearing
We don't like what everyone is screaming at the top of...
We don't do shit simply because it's tradition or popular
When we breathe, we breathe because we have to
There isn't an attempt to synchonize and breathe as one
We live, so we breathe
We drink water and eat food
Not because everyone else is doing it
But these thing are necessary for us to live in this body
It demands nourishment, although we have a delicate palate
We live, so we eat
We hear because we have been blessed with hearing
We don't like what everyone is screaming at the top of...
#identity
#confessional
#philosophical
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The deception behind the mask
Man to woman and Woman to man let's be serious about, that scenario of what is happening in today's, in society of people's and there true intentions. 🤨 For sure don't we deserve to have something, that is real evidence of love and honor and respect. 💯 FOR sure what would you rather have in your life and world, don't you think that you are worthy of that, kind of devotion and truth and genuine honesty and trust. 💯 For now let's take it farther than that in each relationship, whether good or bad did you feel that you were getting that in return, 🤔 of that what...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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The deception behind the mask
Man to woman and Woman to man let's be serious about, that scenario of what is happening in today's, in society of people's and there true intentions. 🤨 For sure don't we deserve to have something, that is real evidence of love and honor and respect. 💯 FOR sure what would you rather have in your life and world, don't you think that you are worthy of that, kind of devotion and truth and genuine honesty and trust. 💯 For now let's take it farther than that in each relationship, whether good or bad did you feel that you were getting that in return, 🤔 of that what...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
59 reads
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The deception behind the mask
Man to woman and Woman to man let's be serious about, that scenario of what is happening in today's, in society of people's and there true intentions. 🤨 For sure don't we deserve to have something, that is real evidence of love and honor and respect. 💯 FOR sure what would you rather have in your life and world, don't you think that you are worthy of that, kind of devotion and truth and genuine honesty and trust. 💯 For now let's take it farther than that in each relationship, whether good or bad did you feel that you were getting that in return, 🤔 of that what...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
59 reads
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The deception behind the mask
Man to woman and Woman to man let's be serious about, that scenario of what is happening in today's, in society of people's and there true intentions. 🤨 For sure don't we deserve to have something, that is real evidence of love and honor and respect. 💯 FOR sure what would you rather have in your life and world, don't you think that you are worthy of that, kind of devotion and truth and genuine honesty and trust. 💯 For now let's take it farther than that in each relationship, whether good or bad did you feel that you were getting that in return, 🤔 of that what...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
59 reads
0 Comments
The deception behind the mask
Man to woman and Woman to man let's be serious about, that scenario of what is happening in today's, in society of people's and there true intentions. 🤨 For sure don't we deserve to have something, that is real evidence of love and honor and respect. 💯 FOR sure what would you rather have in your life and world, don't you think that you are worthy of that, kind of devotion and truth and genuine honesty and trust. 💯 For now let's take it farther than that in each relationship, whether good or bad did you feel that you were getting that in return, 🤔 of that what...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Fraud
I scribble these thoughts,
Or fevered dreams,
Or restless nightmares,
For no eyes but mine,
And God’s,
If he blithely looks this way.
These are not sanctioned thoughts
Nor kosher ideas,
There is nothing here
For the willfully banal
But beauty and profanity.
I write because I must;
I cannot not.
I cannot contain myself fully
As an unlit Roman candle on a summer night
Waiting to burn, just to die.
I take handfuls of hand-me-down words
And cast them into unceremonious pieces;
Words better left to the ...
Or fevered dreams,
Or restless nightmares,
For no eyes but mine,
And God’s,
If he blithely looks this way.
These are not sanctioned thoughts
Nor kosher ideas,
There is nothing here
For the willfully banal
But beauty and profanity.
I write because I must;
I cannot not.
I cannot contain myself fully
As an unlit Roman candle on a summer night
Waiting to burn, just to die.
I take handfuls of hand-me-down words
And cast them into unceremonious pieces;
Words better left to the ...
#confessional
#weakness
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Fraud
I scribble these thoughts,
Or fevered dreams,
Or restless nightmares,
For no eyes but mine,
And God’s,
If he blithely looks this way.
These are not sanctioned thoughts
Nor kosher ideas,
There is nothing here
For the willfully banal
But beauty and profanity.
I write because I must;
I cannot not.
I cannot contain myself fully
As an unlit Roman candle on a summer night
Waiting to burn, just to die.
I take handfuls of hand-me-down words
And cast them into unceremonious pieces;
Words better left to the ...
Or fevered dreams,
Or restless nightmares,
For no eyes but mine,
And God’s,
If he blithely looks this way.
These are not sanctioned thoughts
Nor kosher ideas,
There is nothing here
For the willfully banal
But beauty and profanity.
I write because I must;
I cannot not.
I cannot contain myself fully
As an unlit Roman candle on a summer night
Waiting to burn, just to die.
I take handfuls of hand-me-down words
And cast them into unceremonious pieces;
Words better left to the ...
#confessional
#weakness
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Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
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Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
3 Comments
Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
3 Comments
Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems