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KTWilson-126
KTWilson-126
51/MTF Hi I’m Katie and I’m transgender- I’ve always written poetry to express myself , / I like First World War poetry and am looking to read more classic poetry . / I also like sharp modern poetry about every day life and I am looking to do some spoken word .
Oasis Noel sits focused and strums and picks guitar a masterpiece awakening within his mind within his soul one that will live forever while Liam prowls and hangs monkey like his hair and beard are long his beady eyes alive each a spark each a light that sometimes comes to blows and fights I shut my eyes and listen no other sound compares
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
Oasis
A soldiers night Again he found himself there in his private hell tortured by his memories a war that’s past and left behind but tell that to his mind his no brain no longer functioning logical how can it ? Four years trench warfare death fills his air as he sleeps beside him weeps his sweetheart now his wife she weeps for him she sees not him just a shell of a man whose been to hell and back she coaxes him back to sleep with her soothing words another night sleep disturbed there , there sleep tight my hero
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
A soldiers night
This is about the First World War Widows weep When the battle starts and the music stops the birds don't sing and the widows weep I try to keep my hope alive and pray to god that he'll survive But when the battle starts and I know it's on in my head I think that somethings wrong I'm a widow in waiting for the telegram for the news that I've lost my new found man When the battle starts and the music stops the birds don't sing and the widows weep I just wanna know If he's been killed same as my brother good old Bill When the battle starts and the music stops the birds don't sing and the widows weep When the battle starts and the music stops the birds don't sing and the widows weep He's dead
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
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*** I felt the guilt inside my soul for though it felt so bad it felt so good as well my soul , my mind festered , feverished on the images that I of pure heart and soul demanded lusted thoughts of *** and a body peak in prime I turned to games to make you yearn for me as I do for you I admit submission is the plan that I have made it’s always been there to let myself be used by you for *** I may not be of female body parts but in my mind so tender I cannot deny the wanting of your proud spire to tall so proud shiny , stiff and hard I see the way you look at me protruding looking in my direction I try to hide the smile that rides my lips but fail miserably I may be many things but alas a liar “You cannot level that at me” “Yes I do “ I say but then of course you know that don’t you “Daddy” I let you brush the hair that shapes my face I let you access my eyes the eyes of need they say I wait impatiently for your nakedness the fleshiness It is time no longer do I fear for bells ring in my ears and pleasure sings in my mouth I see you smile pleased with me and little jumps fill my heart and now I’m wanting more and more my knees upon the floor I feel so proud I realise that nothing ever tasted this good
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
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