Gl0cke9
45/M/Memphis, Tn.
I’ve always had a quiet love for poetry. / Back in high school, I wrote to impress girls. / In my later years, it became therapy — a place to put the thoughts I couldn’t say out loud. / For a long time, I was embarrassed by it, and I never saw it as a gift.
They say they want a God-fearing man to lead,
A steady voice, a shield, a righteous guide.
A man of prayer, of discipline and creed,
Whose faith is worn with purpose, not just pride.
Fear is a word we learned in our youth,
A tremble taught when power feels near.
But obedience only submits to the truth,
Even when reverence carries a fear.
A man is told to build, protect, and provide,
To cover what Heaven placed in his care.
But who defines the woman’s side,
If submission to God is rarely there?
Obedience does not perform for applause,
It does not bend to the culture’s tone.
It kneels in private under Heaven’s laws,
And answers to God all alone.
Church is not just a vibe you wear for show,
Prayer is not jewelry for the weak.
Faith is what you live when the lights are low,
Not something staged for others to see.
You cannot ask for covenant and grace,
While treating vows like optional lines.
Heaven does not bless a borrowed space,
Or honor love without design.
Wedlock is not pictures framed in gold,
Or rings displayed for likes and praise.
It is restraint when comfort grows cold,
And honor held in testing days.
How can a man lead firm and strong,
If God’s order is refused at heart?
How does alignment last so long,
If structure tears each role apart?
Faith without obedience sells a name,
A polished truth dressed loud for the crowd.
But Heaven does not play those silly games—
It answers the humble, not the proud.
And truth is not a weight for men alone,
Nor a burden only one must claim.
It stands where both are fully grown,
Or both will share the fall and blame.
So do not list what you demand,
Before you measure what you give.
A God-obeying woman will stand,
Because obedience is how she lives.
Not God-fearing, but God-obeying—
Not performance, but faithfully aligned.
For Heaven rewards the life displaying
Submission in body, soul, and mind.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
I used to apologize for surviving out loud,
For carrying confidence as if it owed somebody rent.
Made myself smaller so fragile egos felt tall,
Smiled through disrespect like peace was heaven-sent.
But pressure changed me.
Pain taught me every “sorry” ain’t sincere—
Some are just bandages people wrap around the truth
Hoping accountability disappears.
I said sorry when I loved too hard,
Sorry when I worked too late,
Sorry for needing honesty,
Sorry for noticing the fake.
Hell, I apologized for outgrowing rooms
That kept confusing loyalty with control.
Like I was wrong for protecting my spirit
After people kept taxing my soul.
Now?
I sleep fine.
Real fine.
Some bridges deserved the fire.
Some exits deserved no speech.
And some people only call you arrogant
When your boundaries move out of their reach.
I've carried too many folks on my back
Just to hear them question my heart.
Fed people from hands still bleeding
Then watched them criticize the scarred parts.
No more.
If loving myself sounds unfamiliar to you,
That ain’t my burden to bear.
I spent years drowning quietly
Just to make broken people comfortable there.
So when I walk away calm now,
Understand—it took hell to get this peace.
And I’m not apologizing for healing
Just because my growth made access decrease.
Sorry, not sorry.
The old me died exhausted.
And this version finally learned
That self-respect costs less than self-betrayal.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
I don’t just give my love—I pour it in full,
Lay bare my truth with no fear, no empty pull.
Not holding back, I’m steady, solid, unafraid,
Every word a promise, every action obeyed.
I'll lift you higher than what you have known,
Carry your dreams and make them my own.
When life brings storms, I stand at your side,
Unshaken, unwavering—your champion, your pride.
I give you all of me—heart, soul, and crown,
Through highs, through lows, I will not let you down.
No guessing, no games, just love that is true—
Because every piece of my best belongs to you.
I have walked through fire, bent but not broken,
Turned pain into power with every vow spoken.
I bring you my heart, my strength, my plan—
Love proven in motion, giving you the best I am.
When life grows heavy, I shoulder that weight,
Become your shelter, your calm, your own safe place.
I do not just promise—I show what I do,
My best only matters when it is lived through you.
I give you all of me—heart, soul, and crown,
Tested by pressure, still holding my ground.
Not hope, not habit, not words I defend
This is commitment that holds to the very end.
I have carried burdens that tried to undo me,
Learned who I was when the cost became too deep.
Every scar, every prayer, every stand I have made
Led me to love without fear or evade.
I give you all of me—heart, soul, and crown,
Not to be saved, not to be found.
I stand here complete, no part held apart—
I will be made whole by the way I give you my heart.
I am not perfect, but I am aligned,
Rooted in truth, not running from time.
The future is ours because I choose to stand—
Not giving you pieces,
But giving you all that I am.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC
I want things my way—yeah, I see it now
But wisdom tells me that road ain’t free
If life bent fully to my will somehow
I’d probably dislike the man I’d be
I pray to be better than I was before
More grounded in purpose, less driven by pride
I learned that real growth doesn’t keep score
It shows in restraint, not the shine
I want patience longer than my pride
A softer tone when I’m sure I’m right
I want my faith stronger than the coming tide
And my actions are clean when my ego fights
I don’t pray to win—I pray to align
To hear correction without offense
To leave old habits and call it fine
When growth costs comfort and pretense
I’m learning peace ain’t passive or weak
It’s discipline dressed in calm
It’s biting my tongue when pride wants to speak
And choosing growth—and sometimes being wrong
I’m done mistaking dominance for care
Or pressure for being a man
Real strength is knowing when to step back
And trust what I don’t understand
I don’t ask God to make life light
I ask Him to make me ready
To carry truth, even when it’s tight
To walk upright when the road gets heavy
And if tomorrow humbles me again,
I won’t argue, rush, or defend.
I’ll measure progress by who I am then.
I’m not chasing crowns or louder praise,
Just alignment when I pray.
If I rise a little more each day,
Then I’m better than I was yesterday.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC
Beneath the moon, I weave a spell,
My secrets are forbidden tales I’ll never tell.
Eyes like embers, drawing you near
Come closer, darling, there’s nothing to fear.
My words drip honey, a venomous kiss,
Each promise wrapped in dangerous bliss.
You crave the dark where my passion flows;
In the heat of my touch, your caution goes.
Mysterious currents beneath my skin,
In my velvet shadow, let night begin.
Desire flickers, wild as fire
We lose ourselves to smoldering desire.
I am both ruler and slave to the flame,
A haunting, a hunger, never the same.
Through whispers and glances, your heart I ensnare,
With every confession that hangs in the air.
Seduction is power, I wield it as art;
My glance pulls you in, while ********** your heart.
Fear the sweet sting that hides in my play
Love me at midnight, you'll regret me by day.
Possessive and loyal, I bind you tight,
Fierce as the scorpion, restless at night.
I strip you to bone, yet cradle your soul;
In darkness and heat, I make you whole.
In shadows we linger, never afraid,
Emerging reborn from each charade.
If you surrender, I’ll shatter your rules
Scorpio’s love makes empress fools.
So step in my lair, surrender your will;
In Scorpius’ arms, the world grows still.
Within every secret and longing sigh,
You’ll beg for my poison until you die.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
We all lost something in the chase for more—
Men stopped building, women started keeping score.
She wants a king but forgets to pray,
He wants a queen but won’t lead the way.
We trade peace for pride, lust for love,
Scrolling for likes instead of looking above.
Everybody claiming “I’m real,” with no proof
Wearing hurt like fashion, scared of the truth.
He calls it game, she calls it guard,
Two broken hearts ignoring our God.
We all want loyalty, but can’t stay still,
Talking ’bout forever with a half-healed will.
Shame ain’t in falling, it’s refusing to rise
Mistaking attention for love in disguise.
We build whole brands off the pain we feel,
Then blame the mirror for what gets revealed.
I've seen queens lose thrones for clout,
Kings stay silent while the world calls ’em out.
We're all guilty—different sins, same stage,
Scrolling our souls through a digital rage.
But I still believe in what truth can mend,
That real hearts break, but they still transcend.
So I’ll keep my peace though the world pretend
Because shame ain’t the end…
It’s where we should begin.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC