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If I can't be your Daughter, then I won't be your son. Forget the shame and just move on. The next time you won't see me I'll be wearing a skirt and not doing just to please you would just hurt. By letting you go there's nothing I lose, I care not what you think, nor of your views. You should've known anyway, "A Mother knows" or so they say. You've run out of time, I won't wait anymore. So go and tell that to the other four. In fact they too are to leave me alone, don't knock on my door and don't try to phone. You've ignored me too long and in that time I've grown. In fact, you've taught me how to live alone. The Woman I am has no fear anymore. Now walk straight through it, I'm showing you the door. Poetry by Kaydee.
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
You Are Hereby Denounced.
Standing pretzeled Hidden among the others A scattered bouquet Not wanting to be picked Wallflowers are seen so briefly Others skim over them While reading the room Wallflowers with camouflage personalities Long for a low profile Wallflowers are real Thinking and feeling Wallflowers live a life Of unprojected desires They blend and bend To cover the wall Fearful they will dance alone Music is entrancing Still, wallflowers keep their heels Firmly in place While swaying to the music In their heart
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Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 1:38 PM UTC
Wallflowers
I hate god He devises strategies to invade His' home and haven Weakness being the sole characteristic of son Constant is the spirit Strengthening his' decedent onslaught I cannot win The Kingdom has come Without any rain Holding a crown of stone Encased in gold Lined with silver I have no choice But to worship The tyrant who controls bold seduction
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
Bold King of Yore
They Excluded You, no invitation was sent, no offer, of wanting to go, towards you was meant, they left you all alone, they left you behind, they forgot all about you, and that wasn't so kind, You are feeling sad and blue, not knowing what to do, You feel you have no friends, and In your mind, this is true, They are out having fun, Under the Hot, Blazing Sun, are you feeling left out, You are not the only one, I know how you feel, the betrayal is real, these fake *** old friends Could ****** hit the hills Sometimes it's not fair, They treated you so wrong, They really do not care, and I been done moved on, They Excluded You, but It's all good and well, I will find better friends, While ya'll go swim in hell B.R. Date: 9/30/2025
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
They Excluded You
Taking anything to make his mind numb Because he can't stand the way they are numbing everything to feel dumb Because he wants to be just like they are
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
Only Escape
He was a profound ******* speaking things that he believed Believing the things that he conceived Conceiving the things that he had dreamed But the things that he had dreamed didn't match with reality The things that he conceived didn't scratch actuality The things that he believed could only latch with a fallacy And what he spoke was plastered
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Profound *******
I sit there Cold as ice Watching all move Enticed My mind fast Body still Rhythm beat My sense of will I stand there Watching all Dance and sing I’ve yet to breathe This girl is beauty Moves with grace She sees right through me My disgrace All in all Your gentle touch Lost on me My cold is rough For I chase A fox through trot All it means I’m better off If I caught you Red fur gleaming I’d let you go For I’m not hungry And my vanity Holds no place For your tail I respect your wit   You’re not alone Girls I loved Can never warm My heart enough I sit still In crowds are moving Wandering why My hands hold feeling I can’t bear The weight of talking Yours is power Mine is fleeting For red fur No matter what Still belongs To the fox
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
The Fox
"Maybe when I'm older it will all come down but it's killing me now.” What am I to cling on, if even the evanescent waft fails to remain intact? A shaft of ineffable dread strikes me. I appealed to my little nook of nonchalance, the insular of words i dwell upon whenever needed. The gentle riptide of another life-wayfinder found me well, gratefully before the mental stress saps the strength. He's at peace with himself yet at odds with the world, Whereabout reads. It resonates with my subconsciousness, for I fathom it as a tactic of abiding all the unideal, if only I were dare to live with this insurgency. In the ambient voices riddled with glib claims, pros and cons, I’m trembling, unconvinced. In the seat reserved for me and only for me, i clenched to the sentience excluded for me, excluded for my presence at the site at the moment. The lachrymose baby disturbs and retunes the shapeless stillness that has kept me sane. I've grown acquainted with malaise. I frame it as perennial. Lament not, the crowd stays blind of what my feelings of mind afford me. “Free is feeling they can’t take from you.” Seats away the window left me a last gate that opens to the outside world, the residue of experience, springing. Clouds scudded by, too slow, too quick. The sky was dissolving in pink and blue, a hue that consoles passenger of all kinds. Until the tilt was steered too high to see the realm not yet darkened, as if the sun departed upon the same lane as the flight did. Unpredictable weather, unconjugatable caprice.
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Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 2:18 PM UTC
Speciousness Ep.2
"Maybe when I'm older it will all come down but it's killing me now.” What am I to cling on, if even the evanescent waft fails to remain intact? A shaft of ineffable dread strikes me. I appealed to my little nook of nonchalance, the insular of words i dwell upon whenever needed. The gentle riptide of another life-wayfinder found me well, gratefully before the mental stress saps the strength. He's at peace with himself yet at odds with the world, Whereabout reads. It resonates with my subconsciousness, for I fathom it as a tactic of abiding all the unideal, if only I were dare to live with this insurgency. In the ambient voices riddled with glib claims, pros and cons, I’m trembling, unconvinced. In the seat reserved for me and only for me, i clenched to the sentience excluded for me, excluded for my presence at the site at the moment. The lachrymose baby disturbs and retunes the shapeless stillness that has kept me sane. I've grown acquainted with malaise. I frame it as perennial. Lament not, the crowd stays blind of what my feelings of mind afford me. “Free is feeling they can’t take from you.” Seats away the window left me a last gate that opens to the outside world, the residue of experience, springing. Clouds scudded by, too slow, too quick. The sky was dissolving in pink and blue, a hue that consoles passenger of all kinds. Until the tilt was steered too high to see the realm not yet darkened, as if the sun departed upon the same lane as the flight did. Unpredictable weather, unconjugatable caprice.
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I sit there alone; in my cozy corner nose buried deep in a book But eyes occasionally peeping out, to watch as they play; it’s joyful faces; far away.
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
Lonely