#admit
They look for flowers
They look for jewelry
Long hours in the shower
Fantasizing
about desires
but what’s deeper than temptation
I want to know each part of you
What you makes you whole
What makes you fall apart
I’ll be their when you cry
Let me hold on to your scars
And remind you that your ok just the way you are
What’s worse than not knowing is wondering if your ok miles apart
My heart will bleed if you sit in silence and suffer alone
Because how can a man care for everyone but not be cared for in return
I knows it’s been a while since you heard from me
Don’t tell me how you feel
and then run away
Tell me how you feel
and just stay
I’ll keep my promise if you keep yours
I’ll fall apart if you don’t
But I’ll keep my word til death do us apart
I’ll meet you at the end of the earth as long as your there
But the more you run
I’ll just stay
Hoping one day you’ll open up
like the way you did the other night
tell me how you feel
that’s my love language
If you don’t then your silence will keep me company
maybe you’ll one day believe me when I say I do love you but for now
It’s just silence and we’ll wait
your shooter
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
‘Genocidahlias’ she said…
When I asked which flowers were sitting on her bathroom window sill…
The nights had drawn in, and we were recovering from a long and relentless summer…
Too much heat for my liking - though at least it helped me earn those few extra bucks from deforestation, and incubate those eggs I had been experimenting on in my bedroom…
We sipped a glass of straw coloured Chablis - lovely… whilst witticising our thoughts on their wind-up war…
I remember saying, “the problem with the whole thing is they’re not set up for diplomacy the way that we are,” as we delved into our wild boar with lashings of viscous sauce…
Apart from the food, another smell fascinated me - drifting toward our table from the corner…
That dungeon of delight with its strange attraction shedding deeply perfumed petals to the floor…
“Genocidahlias… what a wonder, what a great mystery to uncover…
I thought about the creatures in my room that must have hatched out by now - that were probably, as we spoke - gasping for air under the glass containers… I know they’ll settle down; will soon learn how to breathe like I do - the way we will have to breathe in order to survive as a species…
Soon enough we moved onto the exciting prospect I could hardly bear to put off for a second longer… the subject of those flowers that were waiting in her elegant bathroom…
She told me that the medicine obtained from these flowers could keep many more societies in order than just our current little test - making things a lot easier…
She said, “you could even use it on your own little experiments you have over there in your corner…”
I said to her, “I do believe that will be necessary in order for us to obtain and keep our natural world order, and no matter what happens to us - our size will come out thriving as we pass on our fast-take beliefs, blistering through this planet’s thin skin and savouring the top’s sweet skim…
Cut to a long time later… I’m addicted to the medicine…
I think I might have lost people I know but I can’t remember…
I’m close to freezing, but at least I can still recognise the steely taste of power…
I know it’s in those flowers…
But they won’t stop tasting sour…
I try to think of the first reason those flowers smelt so good… it was because of my conditioned scent for blood, my tough upbringing into the frame of good…
But there was something else that tugged…
A sense of purity that had gone from me; perhaps even some kind of sorrowful forgiveness for the things I had done...
Or a fire that would take me…
As I dream about this fire, I realise the scent is in fact permeating through the cold I have found myself in…
Suddenly, I remember the real name of those flowers… Gazanias - how could I have forgotten…
I stumble to see one growing right under me - fast and free - and realise that its name perfectly reflects its warm, fire-like, unwavering presence…
The truth gets to me - as I feel a terrible wave of dark consume me…
You can’t treat people like property - numbered growths for aimless experiments…
I think about this deeply - pondering…
In the end - I must admit that I am wrong, after decimating this earth to a lifeless song…
Now this flower stains my vision and haunts my heart, and I can smell just how strong it has become as its burning, sharpened sweetness tortures my tongue - its wound vast and open - and I realise that what I tasted before was a sugarcoated drug…
So I’m here to tell the truth now from this stolen ground I shook…
I am the hellhound - they are the dove…
With their glistening warning of love; full of wild, vivid, wondrous colours that directly embody the light of the sun…
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 3:07 PM UTC
If I were to collect then present
Each and every tear I cried
If I were to show
Every emotion I was told to hide
If I were to point out
The litany of moments where I lied
If I were to open up
Recalling the days I wished I'd died
And shamefully admit
The number of times I've tried
Would you be able to love me for me
And put the worst of me aside?
Don't worry if you can't,
The rides creator couldn't even finish the ride
©2024
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 7:47 PM UTC
not that this bothers me,
the shades of your silliness.
the presence, my dear.
because if it did then,
i would’ve ceased
at delivering these words.
admittedly then, the silly person,
i suppose, must be me.
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 3:13 AM UTC
i admit my faults
reluctantly and whisper
forgiveness to mind
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
sometimes i am not the one
you taught me that
narcissistic to my core i will admit
i never thought that i could do what we've done
you get to know me on the same level as god
because i have allowed you to
you have kept and created spots in my heart
that only you could fill
you make me feel like bag on the freeway
floating, fast and melting at the seam
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 10:49 PM UTC
We are thinking in binary oppositions
We feel obliged to announce our positions
on every single thing in the world
And when we meet a person that somehow doesn't hold the same view as we do
We can't believe it, "What!? How dare you to challenge me!? Don't you see!? The truth's with me!! How can you be so dense!?"
You see, it depends! Sometimes you are wrong
Doesn't matter how strong you think your truth is...
This world does not deal in absolutes
Truth is not dependant on your ego, on people's moods, their short fuse, or if they refuse to open their eyes
Truth lies outside your confused mind
Just leave your ego behind and open your ears!
***** that fear of being wrong
The strong can abandon their lies
They can clean the mist from their eyes and see things clearly
So liberate yourself, and see the world freely!
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
there are secrets that I
have trouble admitting even for myself.
and less yet more than myself
admitting to others.
I can spill some dark secrets
some entirely perverse
damaging
degrading
killing
secrets and
yet there are some that I cannot
I cannot
even talk or think about
or imagine
and therefore I will not speak
you will not know.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 10:12 PM UTC
these poems express the words i fail to speak
loneliness i fail to admit
moments i fail to remember
sadness i fail to move on from
heartbreak i fail to accept
loss i fail to mourn
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 7:21 PM UTC
It's okay to cry when you're sad;
It's okay to show your weakness and lean on to someone to be glad.
It's okay to put off your mask;
And just be yourself.
It's okay to make mistakes;
And learn from it.
It's okay to get mad and get upset;
It's okay to choose and be kind to yourself first before others.
It's okay to be selfish sometimes;
It's okay to feel lonely and get hurt.
It's okay to admit that you are really not okay;
It's okay to get tired and just rest.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
The sun rose out among verdant still hills.
High peaks, forests and earth stole their eyes away from this charade.
Strands of light refuse to illuminate me.
As the the play proceeds with divine authority.
Each bird is standing on its feet and spreading its wings.
Tigers brandish guns at their young, unaware of the anguish hungrily stalking behind.
And the men with hearts of black gold walk away with their heads down.
As we are all eaten away by ignorance.
The hands of fate stitch together a torn garment of time.
Embroidering its history of suffering.
But the answer to your questions won't be found in gods clothes.
There's a lot more suffocating water in this ocean than treasure.
But your heart withstood the weight of it all.
And its callouses grew over their shadows left behind.
But when it beats, I can still hear the screams
Of your abandonment.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
If I could write you a letter
It would go something like this
I hope this letter finds you well
I truly hope you're finding bliss
Wrapped in a million other feelings, still my love for you exists
Among other things, it's being in your arms that I miss
How they used to comfort me
When we weren't separated by distance
It seems fitting that the last time I saw you was in an airport
The place where we had already shed so many tears before
But this goodbye was different
And I felt it in my core
I think that's why I cried for an hour
Sitting in your car
I could tell that when you said we'd be alright
Even you weren't really sure
As you wiped my tears away, I knew you didn't want to stay
It took you another month to admit it
But you eventually said the same
I lie awake sometimes thinking of other things I wish you'd say
"I still love you."
"I still want you."
"I'm sorry that I caused you all this pain."
Words I'll never hear and that has to be okay
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
I think that you would still admit it
You just want to be forgiven
And kind of think you made the wrong decision
Letting me go
You wish that we still talked like we used to
You still think about how I'm doing
But please just don't confuse it
I'm no longer yours
You said our love was always different
I hope you figure out what was missing
Find someone more resilient
Than you thought I was
I'm moving on
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
If only you knew
When I have to feel
Alive
Calm and peaceful
I think of you
And call it
A living
For me
Always
You are sacred
And not too far
You tried to make me believe
"You are virtual/abstract"
In a honest way
If so then
Ain't I, a living dead?
Or who else am I?
Striving for
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Evergreen, or nearly so
The last rays of light broke
Through little branches and
Whether we admit it or not
We put forth great effort
Just to conceal what's inside
Our own minds
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
Now
I
Can
Know...
Openly...
What it was you felt when that final day came
Now I can admit that I have experienced the same
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
I wanna make it simple
But it ain't
Though it is.
I thought it'd be easier
If I stopped
But I kept going.
I tried to correct the course
But no excuse
Could be admitted.
So I keep on writing
Just to seem
Like I knew it all along.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
I admit fault
All I can say
Is I’m sorry I swayed
During the fray
I swerved in your lane
I could’ve said it was rain
Or my brakes were restrained
Instead I accept blame
I was once rear ended
By a peer who pretended
I purposefully meant it
Like my car was rented
So I became the defendant
Against the non repentant
My heart couldn’t be mended
From my trust being dented
So I admit fault
To close the vault
Of paranoid salt
For confusion to halt
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC