Hannah
Hannah
1 hour ago

I have seen beyond
the walls of death,
beyond time
there is a place
of immortal bliss.
I have seen a world
lingering next to our own,
hiding just beneath
our preoccupied senses.
If you lift the veil,
and dive into
your own consciousness,
without fear
of losing yourself,
then you too
will see your own mortality
is a mere illusion
of the vessel
you are caged within.

~ awaken ~
Luis Ramos
Luis Ramos
1 day ago

At first there's reason to be wary
"Stepping out"...it can be scary.
So much of me felt left behind,
but was I really changing who I am?  

Just a thought, just one reflection,
yielding the courage to change directions.
A moment at last, to understand the soul,
guided and not cursed, by the man above.

The truth of the matter is I never changed course,
now a life that's not lived, that's a worthy remorse.
Yes, so much of me I've left behind,
for it already played part, in who I am.

Having understood my own self a little better, I came to realize that living for other people's expectations, family traditions or religious standards was not a representation of who I am as a person. It's hard to seemingly change the design I was given to live my life, but the endevour is exciting and most rewarding.
#love   #direction   #freedom   #sad   #happy   #soul   #family   #goals   #insight  

Please do not steal my words
They are my most   precious  inward * thoughts.
My style is my own creative  ideas
To write  the way I feel
Please do not like my poem
And  then  write  an  extension
It feels like you have *
intruded.

#short   #freedom   #long   #styles  
Z Trista Davis
Z Trista Davis
2 days ago

I was a whore
When they told me that I “needed” to wear a bra in the third grade
like my eight-year-old body was too sexy
And they would want things that they shouldn’t
Like it was my fault for being this way

I was a whore
The kind that got sent to the office for too short skirts and too much cleavage
Already guilty because I had hips and thighs and boobs
And I was guilty of making them look of being big of taking up space
My body was an ugly indecent thing

I was a whore.
Not the blowjob in the bathroom kind of whore.
Although, given the chance I might have been.
I was the kind of whore that loved them seeing my body.
The kind of whore that was great at phone sex and better at stripping.

I was a whore.
I was the kind of whore who faked orgasms with the best of them.
Because watching them when they heard me, saw me, felt me coming.
Was unbelievable.
It was empowering.

I was a whore.
I did what they asked because it made me feel like I was worthwhile.
It made me feel like I was valuable.
It made me feel like the pits in my heart had finally been filled.
It made me feel like he didn’t leave me when I was eight months old.

I was a whore.
I pawned myself out like answers to the history test.
Because he smiled.
Because he was the kind of boy that made you want to say yes, yes, YES
And I did what I wanted.

I was a whore because I couldn't say no,
Yell no
Scream no
Whisper no
When his hands twinned around my wrists like handcuffs keeping me there in the silence

I was a whore
Because even though his hands were touching me
I was too afraid to say so
Too afraid of it all falling apart
Too afraid of being the thing that broke it

I am a whore.
Because you don’t stop being one.
Just because you learn that sex is more than a strategic move.
Because you see the scars it’s leaving.
Because you finally start to hear your broken heart.

I am a proud whore.
I refuse to be ashamed.
My “number” is a badge of honor I wear right above my pussy.
Because being a whore takes refinement

I’m taking it back one word at a time.

Whore.
Skank.
Floozy.
Hoe.
Tramp.
Tart.
Slut.
Daddy Issues.

I am a whore.
But now I’m the kind of whore that backs away when it starts to hurt.
When they get rough.
When they bite too hard.
When I can’t hold back the tears anymore.

I am the kind of whore, who stopped giving.
Giving blowjobs,
Giving it up,
Giving little pieces of myself,
Giving a fuck what you think

I am a whore,
My vagina is singing rally songs and yelling protest chants
It’s wearing a sticker that says “I voted”
It running around barefoot in a sundress with nothing holding it down
And it’s backing me up in every fight

So call me a whore,
Because I’m the kind of whore who won’t stop fighting until rape is always, always, always a crime.
The kind of whore who will never be afraid to say no again.
I’m the kind of whore that’s going to tear down your patriarchy one fucking brick at a time.
And I won’t stop until I am bloody and aching on the ground where it once stood.

This started out as my personal vagina monologue (which I was challenged to write around the time I performed in the show), but I realized that it read more like a poem than a monologue.
#freedom   #sex   #women   #rape   #vagina  

creeks sing on the rise
rolling down mountain ravine
gorge river set free


words in the wind

rite of spring haiku: # 4
Viktoria
Viktoria
3 days ago

Once upon
A time
A King
Spoke in a
Rhyme:
"Tonight Folks,
You will not believe
I'll show you
Something very deep
Inside of me
The secret is
Too hard to keep...
Too long have
I waited to speak
It out loud."

everyone
in the crowd
listened excitedly
to the royalty
speaking in clarity:
"My dearest crowd"

everyone bowed
to the King's Sound

As he went on:
"What's meant to be
Is what is nature's will.
For what feels right
Is what is real"

the people stood still...
waiting for more
the King being nervous
they couldn't ignore...
While he took a deep breath in
and scratching his chin let them know:

"So friends, I'll tell you
What I mean...
From now on
I will be your Queen."

Speaking of the LGBT-community, do what feels right and don't care about what other people say. "For what feels right is real". Freedom to every human being on this planet!

As night to day and dawn to dusk
as the leaves fall in the damp autumn  air.

As the breeze billows around the tree; the tree who stands tall and proud overlooking the forest,his home.

The tree has seen many a season; cold, warm, rough, and easy. Through it all he has stood tall and proud.

And as night to day and dawn to dusk the tree sees a new day.

#freedom   #life   #living   #nature  
Tieran Nickel
Tieran Nickel
4 days ago

Equality
Has to be served
Gifted
'Cause it is deserved.

America is a place
To express
The emotions you face.

Inspired by "Democracy" by Langston Hughes

I need something more than you can give me,
I breathe for something you can't bring me
Something deeper to make me feel like I'm livin'
I long for dancing, long nights of sweet love and champagne
I'm young, wild, but not free
I'm chained of own will and want to break free
I'm scared to face the truth in front of my closed eyes
I need to man up, it's time...
It's time to throw these chains away and finally live.
Be free. Be me.
Be whoever I want to be.

Ben Jr
Ben Jr
5 days ago

How did we get here?
Where we hide our thoughts,
And only speak in fear,
Just so we don't get caught,
So we keep to ourselves our opinions and ideas,
How did we get here?

How did we get to this?
Where we have a limit of a way to think,
And we limit our right to freedom of speech,
All just so we don't offend thee,
How did we get to this?

The men who are meant to serve,
Can't handle the truth,
So we don't tell it as it is,
Coz we know what they'll do,
From courts to jail and at times beating,
Yes that's true!,
So it all comes down to what they'll choose,
And they smile like its all good,

So we have to hold on to our dictionary for a consult,
Just so when we speak we don't accidentally insult,
'cause you know the big men can't take a joke,
Or a poke and what not,

And its not that we can fight,
We can't take them up in a round with all their might,
They'd squash us down like a bug,
And then just shrug,

How did we get here?,
Its not like they need it to earn our respect,
We've already voted for them,
How do they not get it?,
We did it with clear mind,
And know that they ain't perfect,
Why do we have to regret?

So I sit here just asking,
How did we get here,
I thought things would be better,
Instead we all now have to look over our shoulder,
How did we get here

#freedom   #people   #us   #right   #speech   #government   #election   #leaders  
 
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