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TimWombles
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:56pm
Yesterday 3:56pm
Right to Poverty
Her boyfriend told her he loved her, that he was her rock, her savior, that he would be with her always.
Then the rabbit died.
He ran so fast that light couldn't catch him.
And she was left all alone.
or maybe someone she knew, or didn't know decided to force himself on her and she knew that every time she peered at the face of her child she would see her attacker, every look a reminder.
Could you do it?
No one wants an abortion. They just want a life.
In the 'good old days' before Roe versus Wade, women went to the back rooms where butchers would perform...
Then the rabbit died.
He ran so fast that light couldn't catch him.
And she was left all alone.
or maybe someone she knew, or didn't know decided to force himself on her and she knew that every time she peered at the face of her child she would see her attacker, every look a reminder.
Could you do it?
No one wants an abortion. They just want a life.
In the 'good old days' before Roe versus Wade, women went to the back rooms where butchers would perform...
#women
#politics
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
Backmomentarily
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:09am
Yesterday 1:09am
Hailing
The pages of me began to unfurl as lines recited upon the subtle frailties of my marble inset skin
like acid washed porous page skeletons laid out in observance to dreary days; an ode
where chemistry in the form of water took over our last lust, pardoning or separating words/ worlds-
those afforded or allotted between the journal and it's occasional reader once commenced
into those long hauling, hailing, reigning rows of sea
Yet there is a land; I have been there.
like acid washed porous page skeletons laid out in observance to dreary days; an ode
where chemistry in the form of water took over our last lust, pardoning or separating words/ worlds-
those afforded or allotted between the journal and it's occasional reader once commenced
into those long hauling, hailing, reigning rows of sea
Yet there is a land; I have been there.
#LifeStruggles
#nature
20 reads
2 Comments
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 11:42pm
24th Sep 2020 11:42pm
Hmmm...
Decisions
Of blonde
Red
Brunette
Maybe all 3
Maybe mermaid green
Hmmm.....?
Of blonde
Red
Brunette
Maybe all 3
Maybe mermaid green
Hmmm.....?
#strength
#TimeHeals
27 reads
2 Comments
hanagara
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 4:22pm
23rd Sep 2020 4:22pm
Dark poem
Please read if you like.
にがゲーえーえの（苦いゲームが良いの）忘れてたん
白告でー（逆で）
強いのはじめからわか（分、解、判）っててん
...
にがゲーえーえの（苦いゲームが良いの）忘れてたん
白告でー（逆で）
強いのはじめからわか（分、解、判）っててん
...
#love
#admiration
#emotions
23 reads
7 Comments
personanongrata
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 6:01pm
22nd Sep 2020 6:01pm
BABYLON IS FALLING
Babylon, the mother of all whores is falling.
The veil of ignorance and illusion rises for those who have the will to defend their innate right, that of freedom.
Babylon is burning. And through its ashes a new Earth emerges.
It is an important moment of change and rebirth. Destructive forces, symbolized by the Greek god of war Aris(Mars), the Hindu goddess Kali, and even by the essence of the concept of Christian revelation, flatten everything to make room for the new. Our planet is changing, and the planet is changing us.
The world seems to move around as if they...
The veil of ignorance and illusion rises for those who have the will to defend their innate right, that of freedom.
Babylon is burning. And through its ashes a new Earth emerges.
It is an important moment of change and rebirth. Destructive forces, symbolized by the Greek god of war Aris(Mars), the Hindu goddess Kali, and even by the essence of the concept of Christian revelation, flatten everything to make room for the new. Our planet is changing, and the planet is changing us.
The world seems to move around as if they...
#identity
#evolution
#SelfReflection
26 reads
0 Comments
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 4:52am
22nd Sep 2020 4:52am
A pavillion
In my mind
Where youll always be stuck in time
And theres nothing you can do
To take away the memory of you
Its the one thing i will always call mine
A tear rolled down your cheek
Thats when i fell
Heard your story
Cried myself to sleep
I admit i hid it so well
Another time
In my mind
Youll never take that away from me
A time
When u were mine
Is all i have left....i fear if i see you now
...youll take it away..
Where youll always be stuck in time
And theres nothing you can do
To take away the memory of you
Its the one thing i will always call mine
A tear rolled down your cheek
Thats when i fell
Heard your story
Cried myself to sleep
I admit i hid it so well
Another time
In my mind
Youll never take that away from me
A time
When u were mine
Is all i have left....i fear if i see you now
...youll take it away..
#love
#kindness
46 reads
8 Comments
hanagara
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 12:56pm
21st Sep 2020 12:56pm
"Virus"
Do not use talk to you,
Is Corona okay? What about your worries about it?
I was really scared of .
I heard It was developed by the somewheres Japanese.
Development is not just about science, If there is a word.
Emperor of Japan is a priest and I don't think it has anything to with this. I don't even know us
I heard rumored this. "Trump say, Wuhan in China,
Making nuclear weapons, The virus Leaked from there" Wuhan is Write "a man". ...
Is Corona okay? What about your worries about it?
I was really scared of .
I heard It was developed by the somewheres Japanese.
Development is not just about science, If there is a word.
Emperor of Japan is a priest and I don't think it has anything to with this. I don't even know us
I heard rumored this. "Trump say, Wuhan in China,
Making nuclear weapons, The virus Leaked from there" Wuhan is Write "a man". ...
#love
#hope
#courage
34 reads
22 Comments
MotDi
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 5:02pm
17th Sep 2020 5:02pm
Sweet Release
#SelfHarm
#BDSM
122 reads
0 Comments
dizzzzzzy
Nunaya
Nunaya
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 6:38pm
15th Sep 2020 6:38pm
Hells remote
Keeps calling to me
Pulls at my heart strings
I am not blind
Subconsciously i feel the
Manipulation and sway
I pull out my whip
And...
Adjust and realign
Pulls at my heart strings
I am not blind
Subconsciously i feel the
Manipulation and sway
I pull out my whip
And...
Adjust and realign
#respect
55 reads
3 Comments
Backmomentarily
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 4:24am
14th Sep 2020 4:24am
Coddled
Pining through uncertainty I realized at some point the woman in girlhood
needed to be coddled
palmed in the back
of child like transgressions
nothing more than a sounding board now splinted between dream and nightmare.
needed to be coddled
palmed in the back
of child like transgressions
nothing more than a sounding board now splinted between dream and nightmare.
#memories
29 reads
0 Comments
dizzzzzzy
Nunaya
Nunaya
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 3:12am
14th Sep 2020 3:12am
Power and control
All bullshit hype
Just be u
U are the strongest force U will ever encounter
Fuck what they say
They are losers anyway
See shame on me
My words are blasphemy
I sound like I'm judging
Always believe in you
And always stay true
And yes I love u.....
Just be u
U are the strongest force U will ever encounter
Fuck what they say
They are losers anyway
See shame on me
My words are blasphemy
I sound like I'm judging
Always believe in you
And always stay true
And yes I love u.....
#love
#strength
#motivational #respect
#motivational #respect
57 reads
7 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
12th Sep 2020 9:31am
12th Sep 2020 9:31am
Deaths Sweet Kiss
Some fear it.
Some happily accept it.
Many try to cheat it.
Many narrowingly escape it.
Just open your loving warm arms and embrace the bitter chill of death.
Death has been a friend of mine for 35 yrs.
Death introduced itself to me when i was 11 years old.
I didn't say nothing to death.
I really just ignored death.
Then 13 years later, death came around my way again.
And again a year after that.
And again another year after that.
The it's like death forgot me.
Didn't hear shit again, until 5 1/2 years later. Too many...
Some happily accept it.
Many try to cheat it.
Many narrowingly escape it.
Just open your loving warm arms and embrace the bitter chill of death.
Death has been a friend of mine for 35 yrs.
Death introduced itself to me when i was 11 years old.
I didn't say nothing to death.
I really just ignored death.
Then 13 years later, death came around my way again.
And again a year after that.
And again another year after that.
The it's like death forgot me.
Didn't hear shit again, until 5 1/2 years later. Too many...
#dark
#death
35 reads
0 Comments
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