Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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confessional published by members recently online poems.
Give It Over One More Time Baby + Kinski
For "It ain't easy" competition
An exercise in bad poetry
Tell me how bad it is or I will have another fit
Give It Over One More Time Baby
I miss you so much rancid darling
Every time I am sipping a Carling
Yes my eyes get wet and sparkling
While tearing the head off a starling
And mixing it in with my Darjeeling
And the wind is howling and gnarling
So I know you won't find it startling
That what I miss most is
Your belching farting and snarling
Kinski
This is...
An exercise in bad poetry
Tell me how bad it is or I will have another fit
Give It Over One More Time Baby
I miss you so much rancid darling
Every time I am sipping a Carling
Yes my eyes get wet and sparkling
While tearing the head off a starling
And mixing it in with my Darjeeling
And the wind is howling and gnarling
So I know you won't find it startling
That what I miss most is
Your belching farting and snarling
Kinski
This is...
#confessional
#StreamOfConsciousness
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6 Comments
on any given therapy day
Absence will provide space
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery #healing
#SelfDiscovery #healing
178 reads
10 Comments
on any given therapy day
Absence will provide space
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery #healing
#SelfDiscovery #healing
178 reads
10 Comments
on any given therapy day
Absence will provide space
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery #healing
#SelfDiscovery #healing
178 reads
10 Comments
on any given therapy day
Absence will provide space
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue; ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery #healing
#SelfDiscovery #healing
178 reads
10 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
136 reads
2 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
136 reads
2 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
136 reads
2 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
136 reads
2 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
136 reads
2 Comments
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
507 reads
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
507 reads
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