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THE WEB WASPS NEVER ESCAPE.
You wrong me,forgive is what I will do,
Wrong me again,forgive is still what I will do,
Repeatedly poke me on my wound,
I am stuck in a web,I'm I a wasp?
Not knowing how to escape,
Manipulation convinces me that the way is clear,
Only to get stuck in a web,
Pour salt in my wound, forgive I will do,
Be the reason I'm in pain,forgive still,
Hurt me with words,forgive?
"HOW?"My mind rages,
"What do I do?"
This web to difficult to move,
Way is clear to Mr,But how can you escape something you can't see?,
Victim as a wasp,
Still furious but emotions stuck all over,
From the web,I clearly feel all is lost,
"Forgiveness or Resentment" what do I chose?
This web still keeps me stuck,not knowing what to do,
Resilience not only freedom to Grudges I hold in this web,"WHAT DO I DO?"
By Jeyson Gadah,
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC
Memories are killing me
tears are drowning me
your words of softness
flew away, yet
I hold dear these memories
soft flames burning my heart
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 1:43 AM UTC
absurd how life's turning into Instagram
flashbacks achieved in heart
overriding from delete
excite to show smiles out
baring painful dms in quite
long-distance short
will for reels of impermanent
everyday searching to deal with a story
and expecting a life of no worry!
Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 4:06 AM UTC
6 feet and 4 inches of man
and, oh boy, is he a man
perfectly cut between soft and strong
with just enough hair on his chest
and a little hair on his face too
he's an amazing kisser
and great with his hands
somehow gentle
and so powerful
at the same time
he's just
so very, very good.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
I spill my emotions
I express what I feel
I disguise my pains with words
I distill my words to bits
Fit for you Instagram feed
On your tiny glowing screen
And you call me an IG poet
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
let me understand the clouds
their moods and patterns that
they display in the sky
a single cloud crosses the sky,
from the ground, we can watch it go by
holding my world up there high
in the sky, we look as time passes by
happy clouds, quiet clouds
calm, still clouds
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
how can someone -a
math genius and a poet,
be so dense 'bout love?
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
From time immemorial
Its women, who have been supressed,
Its high time
For them to be addressed.
Men are humans too
Its not always a woman’s fault
We need to change this mindset,
Which has been set as default.
From GHUNGATS to SHORTS
Why are girls always blamed?
From RAPES to EVE TEASING
Why are they always put to blame?
From administration till army
Everywhere they are
Still at the night
Safety is a thing very far.
From Sakshi Malik to Chanda Koecher
From Indra Nooyi to Hima Das
Why are women always scepticiced
And not treated as something “KHAAS”? I know just writing poems or giving speeches,
Wont make a difference any day,
But a step ahead is always better than a pause,
In a race towards equality, it may create a new way?
We as women should rise
Not our voices, but intellect,
We as women should fight
Not for short dresses, but for correcting societies defect.
Before any man’s support,
Vow to stand by each other first,
Along with being during the best,
Also promote each other during their worst.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
Your “about me” says: ask”, but I don’t know where to start.
Your intent wants to “date but nothing serious” at heart.
But I wanna know more,
my ambition is to learn how very ambitious you are.
The 3 photos attached to your profile inspired me to write this scribe.
Hoping I don’t come off as corny cuz if I do I’ll be dying inside.
But I’ll shoot my shot, slide in ya DM and hope the best of luck.
And I ain’t goin lie, I’m digging ya style, you look **** as hell without your pictures showing too much.
Eloquent features, soft lips, but are your eyez filled with pain?
Cuz the pics don’t depict a smile, please don’t take that the wrong way.
I wanna get high with you spiritually and **** the **** out of your thoughts.
Make your spirit bust as ya soul gets wetter from every idea that was sought.
I wanna kick it, share uncontrollable laughter, go on adventures and get lost.
What’s the cost?
Free thinker, free thinker, are you thinking I’m too soft?
Nah never that, I’m just not afraid to show emotion in which this generation is currently at fault. Their lost.
Doesn’t mean I’m in love with you, doesn’t mean I’m not guarded and ****
Doesn’t mean I’m tryna lock you down like Wayne and mya and have you fallen and ****
But I am interested like whoa, who knows it could be destiny
Even though I wanna see how you put that thing on me, I can’t let you get the best of me
I wanna know everything
from your first love to your last
All just because I’m captivated and your “about me” says “ask”
So I ask.... are you intrigued as well?
Or am I looking for love in a wrong venue?
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
in this lifetime
there is you and me
and once we were meant to be
but this is not our universe
and our story is a curse
and so the galaxies conspires
to take away what’s not ours — this love
this love has never been ours.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Sundown
Sundown it’s another night
And I’m crying
My spirit is dying
My tears have been vanquished to a secret place
Where only those without form can taste them
Those with it, they call it a waste
It’s so lonely, lonely
Just then I remembered why I chose the hard way
Why I rejected wearing a fancy tux with a "pretty pink bow tie" and hiding behind mmoma's legacy
I remember clearly how and why I chose to write my own story
And to build my very own dynasty of success
With no options and no money
Floating along with the debris
My only friends are the trees
Sundown it’s another night
And I’m trying
But dreams can only get you so far
Sinking like quicksand in the tar
Wink one last time at the stars
It’s so lonely, lonely
With no people and no true home
Floating along with the breeze
Waiting for sun-up to put me at ease
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
once, you were the stars that would float through my veins and form constellations
my head was filled and i was drowning in the sickly sweet words that spilled from your mouth
i would hold on to every breath, the cotton candy clouds that filled my lungs when i looked at you
but the sun rises and the stars disappear
you stopped your words and instead i choked on the empty air
because the clouds cleared and all that was left was the sensation of being ripped from my body
and looking back to see a broken glass bottle that spilled black ink
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
It was late at night
Texting you in the moon light
Many feelings from left to right
How you made me feel was pure delight
How could you not know i was falling for you
So many secrets and dreams
Confessed to me
I felt as if it was only you and me
But now your only in my dreams
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
starting fires in alleyways and watching flames lick across brick
rubbing damp clay dolls across palms to chase warmth in winter
picking fake leaves off of plastic plants and flicking fern on floor
crouching next to walnut pots and standing to the doorway sides
grazing static on the television as pearl teeth knock across the pane
kissing knuckles and letting silver spikes snake between your teeth
breaking might be like running my fingers through the fields of your hair
sowing flowers in the empty crevices that separate the folds of my skin
walking by your crated white-picked house in the brisk afternoon
laying a hollowed hand over the denim jacket before my upticked heart
pressing lips to letters hoping that they'll be ripped open tomorrow
plunging eyes inside the envelope waiting to read what i write
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
He said he like my profile pic
Asked could we talk for a bit
But I know
That convo
will only be short lived
Flood of compliments leading to
"C'mon girl. Just the tip"
Passport stamps show I been on this trip
A reg in Deja Vu
The trouble the dance
of my hips & lips gets me into
My smart wits. I know I get it
Immature ******** they dig it.
But that noise
My conscious telling me to **** it
Sorry brutha but
you ain't sayin much that I like
I am flattered. Peace to you
Goodnight
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC