toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
21st May 2024 3:26am
21st May 2024 3:26am
Just a Little Confession Tonight
I really appreciate people who have taken the time to leave comments on my stuff. It means so much to me. Sometimes in the past, actually, a lot of the time, I was very bad about responding to comments left. I was shy and unsure what to write... But thank you so much for responding to my work. Tonight I did a very self-revealing video, albeit short, on Tiktok, if anyone wants to see. Have a fantastic evening. ❤️🙂
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRKRwLUJ/
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRKRwLUJ/
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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Isgyppie_
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 1:49pm
14th Apr 2024 1:49pm
Confession
I don’t know how much influence
I’ll have in this world
I’m not even sure how much influence
My soul has to my heart
And my heart to my mind
And my mind to my lines
They all seem so
D i s c o n n e c t e d
At times
And if I was being honest
I would have to admit
I have a bit of a compulsive habit
To be less than truthful
Mostly to myself
Surrounding my psyche
With delusions so I’ll never
Have to deal with what’s
Actually rotting within me
I guess now I’ve come to a point
Where...
I’ll have in this world
I’m not even sure how much influence
My soul has to my heart
And my heart to my mind
And my mind to my lines
They all seem so
D i s c o n n e c t e d
At times
And if I was being honest
I would have to admit
I have a bit of a compulsive habit
To be less than truthful
Mostly to myself
Surrounding my psyche
With delusions so I’ll never
Have to deal with what’s
Actually rotting within me
I guess now I’ve come to a point
Where...
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Isgyppie_
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 1:49pm
14th Apr 2024 1:49pm
Confession
I don’t know how much influence
I’ll have in this world
I’m not even sure how much influence
My soul has to my heart
And my heart to my mind
And my mind to my lines
They all seem so
D i s c o n n e c t e d
At times
And if I was being honest
I would have to admit
I have a bit of a compulsive habit
To be less than truthful
Mostly to myself
Surrounding my psyche
With delusions so I’ll never
Have to deal with what’s
Actually rotting within me
I guess now I’ve come to a point
Where...
I’ll have in this world
I’m not even sure how much influence
My soul has to my heart
And my heart to my mind
And my mind to my lines
They all seem so
D i s c o n n e c t e d
At times
And if I was being honest
I would have to admit
I have a bit of a compulsive habit
To be less than truthful
Mostly to myself
Surrounding my psyche
With delusions so I’ll never
Have to deal with what’s
Actually rotting within me
I guess now I’ve come to a point
Where...
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024
116 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
341 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
341 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
341 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
341 reads
3 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 5:11am
16th Jun 2024 5:11am
Maybe I Am Not Kind
If I saw something “bigger” than me, “cooler” than me,
that was my goal.
I wanted to be accepted and I also wanted to show people that
I was cool,
and fun,
and I could do anything because I was that person.
So I would leave people, and things,
and push them out of my way.
I wouldn’t stop till I got what I wanted,
and then when I got it, I realized,
what I wanted didn’t ever want me.
So I was heartbroken because I lost all of these things,
and people, and
I lost my self respect and dignity. ...
that was my goal.
I wanted to be accepted and I also wanted to show people that
I was cool,
and fun,
and I could do anything because I was that person.
So I would leave people, and things,
and push them out of my way.
I wouldn’t stop till I got what I wanted,
and then when I got it, I realized,
what I wanted didn’t ever want me.
So I was heartbroken because I lost all of these things,
and people, and
I lost my self respect and dignity. ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
129 reads
7 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 5:11am
16th Jun 2024 5:11am
Maybe I Am Not Kind
If I saw something “bigger” than me, “cooler” than me,
that was my goal.
I wanted to be accepted and I also wanted to show people that
I was cool,
and fun,
and I could do anything because I was that person.
So I would leave people, and things,
and push them out of my way.
I wouldn’t stop till I got what I wanted,
and then when I got it, I realized,
what I wanted didn’t ever want me.
So I was heartbroken because I lost all of these things,
and people, and
I lost my self respect and dignity. ...
that was my goal.
I wanted to be accepted and I also wanted to show people that
I was cool,
and fun,
and I could do anything because I was that person.
So I would leave people, and things,
and push them out of my way.
I wouldn’t stop till I got what I wanted,
and then when I got it, I realized,
what I wanted didn’t ever want me.
So I was heartbroken because I lost all of these things,
and people, and
I lost my self respect and dignity. ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
129 reads
7 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 6:51pm
24th Nov 2024 6:51pm
Late November
In late November the freezing cold rain remembers
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
100 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 6:51pm
24th Nov 2024 6:51pm
Late November
In late November the freezing cold rain remembers
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
100 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 6:51pm
24th Nov 2024 6:51pm
Late November
In late November the freezing cold rain remembers
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
100 reads
4 Comments
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