Nonfiction Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 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
77 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 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
77 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 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
77 reads
7 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:54am
Yesterday 11:54am
The Late Douglas Adams
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
#Britain
#death
#nonfiction
10 reads
0 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:54am
Yesterday 11:54am
The Late Douglas Adams
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
#Britain
#death
#nonfiction
10 reads
0 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:54am
Yesterday 11:54am
The Late Douglas Adams
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
#Britain
#death
#nonfiction
10 reads
0 Comments
Too_hot69
BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
Last night
Last night I met a man,
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
192 reads
8 Comments
Too_hot69
BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
Last night
Last night I met a man,
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
192 reads
8 Comments
Too_hot69
BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
Last night
Last night I met a man,
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
192 reads
8 Comments
Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
5th Aug 2017 6:36am
5th Aug 2017 6:36am
Burnt orange shag~
Traveling through the mountains of Alaska and into the Yukon with nothing but time to think I felt connected yet disconnected. Time stops there and becomes surreal. Between the beauty that seems gentle and the reality of the harsh conditions. Pulling into Whitehorse, I got a room and was exhausted. Opening the door, I noticed burnt orange shag carpet, the old cotton quilts, and heard Patti Page singing on a radio that had been left on.
Extreme emotion, while stepping back in time and feeling my past rush through me. This had the old triggers of my Mother and her Mother. The sight...
Extreme emotion, while stepping back in time and feeling my past rush through me. This had the old triggers of my Mother and her Mother. The sight...
#nonfiction
601 reads
3 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
7th Aug 2020 1:04pm
7th Aug 2020 1:04pm
7 Powers
Follow thy true Divine path
There is nothing in between
You and your chosen craft
Some worshipers are lost
They bow to human flesh
And put their God on a cross…
Encourage you to take heed
And read about the switched
Up scriptures Black and White
Jesus misleading pictures
But won't tell you about the Orishas or Selassie I, religion has divided us for years and decades it doesn't matter your common theme or new age, heathens
still have a wage to pay
We need to be the last key on the ring
That opens the doors not just for...
There is nothing in between
You and your chosen craft
Some worshipers are lost
They bow to human flesh
And put their God on a cross…
Encourage you to take heed
And read about the switched
Up scriptures Black and White
Jesus misleading pictures
But won't tell you about the Orishas or Selassie I, religion has divided us for years and decades it doesn't matter your common theme or new age, heathens
still have a wage to pay
We need to be the last key on the ring
That opens the doors not just for...
#religion
#God
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#nonfiction
871 reads
11 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
7th Aug 2020 1:04pm
7th Aug 2020 1:04pm
7 Powers
Follow thy true Divine path
There is nothing in between
You and your chosen craft
Some worshipers are lost
They bow to human flesh
And put their God on a cross…
Encourage you to take heed
And read about the switched
Up scriptures Black and White
Jesus misleading pictures
But won't tell you about the Orishas or Selassie I, religion has divided us for years and decades it doesn't matter your common theme or new age, heathens
still have a wage to pay
We need to be the last key on the ring
That opens the doors not just for...
There is nothing in between
You and your chosen craft
Some worshipers are lost
They bow to human flesh
And put their God on a cross…
Encourage you to take heed
And read about the switched
Up scriptures Black and White
Jesus misleading pictures
But won't tell you about the Orishas or Selassie I, religion has divided us for years and decades it doesn't matter your common theme or new age, heathens
still have a wage to pay
We need to be the last key on the ring
That opens the doors not just for...
#religion
#God
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#nonfiction
871 reads
11 Comments
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