DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
Joey G
Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my own mind. I’ve given plenty of examples of that already. I guess it’s important to put backstories into perspective when talking about another person. I’m talking about, Joey Graves, my former bandmate and songwriting partner.
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
#confessional
#prose
94 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:57am
15th Jan 2025 10:57am
Sexual Freedom!
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
201 reads
8 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
210 reads
16 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
83 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 12:08pm
12th Feb 2025 12:08pm
I Understand, Why I Can’t Stand Understanding
Journal entry, recent past
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#sadness
102 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
Mother-Wound
I.
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
almost double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my...
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
almost double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my...
#dreams
#family
#mother
#spiritual
#confessional
502 reads
17 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:22pm
Yesterday 3:22pm
BETWEEN THE LINES
Between the lines there is a space that is empty, follow by the next line of the chapter to be created. FOR the next line is slowly taking shape, to unfold the truth of deepness of the story. For with every line there are words ✍️ to be compose just from pen 🖊️ to paper. For it's true about love and life with thoughts of betrayal and deception, filled with the closeness of the darkness over shadowing. The page making it darker, as it prepares you to what comes next, down the line of dark mystery. THAT still you can't see through your own eyes...
#confessional
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
12 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 5:27pm
13th Oct 2021 5:27pm
ALL OF A SUDDEN
Buried and still breathing inside this sand dune..
Show me the new things that you know under this shining sun..
We are sighting this moon at noon..
So, tell me all the new things which you know under a shining sun..
Inside this grave me and all these creatures lying you all know this Canned Sardines..
Inside here, right here am their Prison Warden..
Relentlessly praying and sobbing at the same time to one day touch the door steps of Eden's Garden..
While this got written I don't actually...
Show me the new things that you know under this shining sun..
We are sighting this moon at noon..
So, tell me all the new things which you know under a shining sun..
Inside this grave me and all these creatures lying you all know this Canned Sardines..
Inside here, right here am their Prison Warden..
Relentlessly praying and sobbing at the same time to one day touch the door steps of Eden's Garden..
While this got written I don't actually...
#confessional
#confusion
#FeelingLost
618 reads
7 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 6:32pm
3rd May 2024 6:32pm
HINT OF CLEAVAGE
#confessional
#erotic
#rhyming #women
#rhyming #women
213 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2020 6:24pm
23rd Nov 2020 6:24pm
haunting mausoleums of a struck-over castaway past, in an irredeemable burial for best
rinsing~ sunglare irises
illumine as miniature~ bubbling
suns of a sinless innocence
in multiplying- the stardust
in Brownian swims..
they effortlessly
run past the speeding
'highways' abuzz.. roads- neither
in signs of a slowing down patience
nor in boldening splash of even
a slightly hearty tinge of
any inborne artistry...
mere an endless black edifice
of a rolling flat open~ declarative
monotony of paid carriages
to stuffed~ cabin destinations
of...
illumine as miniature~ bubbling
suns of a sinless innocence
in multiplying- the stardust
in Brownian swims..
they effortlessly
run past the speeding
'highways' abuzz.. roads- neither
in signs of a slowing down patience
nor in boldening splash of even
a slightly hearty tinge of
any inborne artistry...
mere an endless black edifice
of a rolling flat open~ declarative
monotony of paid carriages
to stuffed~ cabin destinations
of...
#love
#dark
#home
#confessional
#memories
448 reads
4 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
235 reads
6 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
28th May 2023 7:03am
28th May 2023 7:03am
Thirty Pieces of Silver
For this
paltry sum
I’d throw
away
my
morality.
Is this, truly, who I am?
I ponder
the query
hoping not
but…
The sun
shines
brightly
as if oblivious
to my
deliberately
delicate
mental debate.
Turning a corner,
the dawning
of a new vision
sheds clarity
on an old
desire.
Yet,
the heart
pounds
stronger
for what
it’s been
denied.
Plucking
daisy petals
“I will do” ...
paltry sum
I’d throw
away
my
morality.
Is this, truly, who I am?
I ponder
the query
hoping not
but…
The sun
shines
brightly
as if oblivious
to my
deliberately
delicate
mental debate.
Turning a corner,
the dawning
of a new vision
sheds clarity
on an old
desire.
Yet,
the heart
pounds
stronger
for what
it’s been
denied.
Plucking
daisy petals
“I will do” ...
#betrayal
#confessional
#SelfReflection #NaPoWriMo2023
#SelfReflection #NaPoWriMo2023
797 reads
57 Comments
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