#overlook
Free soul is dancing
It searched for that moment
When it gets free and light
When it could fly up
And hear the sound
Coming from clear and bright
Angels
The body has to be fastened
At the long month period
From sun rising till sun downing
There is no water or food giving
At this accurate period
The souls released from burden
Circling at holy dancing
Showing how it becomes lighter
And gets sister with angel
IT mentions its God every moment
IT thanks him for his fares
And thinks and blames her waste
Time that was lost
She gets up early
Eating and drinking before sun rising
Praying in holy praying
No lying, cheating and looking
For forbidden look
Honest with others and yours
To be as angels flying overlook
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
I turned the engine over and drove to my place. Not my house, my place: MY place, where I can listen to albums and stare out across the city.
I climbed up through the sunroof to get out in the raw air, it’s a broiling 95 degrees but so much better than being inside. Cars move on I-80, stopping and going. The sun hides behind the west mountains and leaves ribbons of brilliant burning orange in the sky and reflected in the great salt lake. I can see for miles in every direction.
This moment is so cliché
and stupid
and fantastic
and freeing.
I wonder how I’ll survive this heat. One day at a time, just like everything else.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
When she answered I am fine
Her voice cracked
But no one noticed
When she said I am okay
She faked a smile
But no one noticed
When she told you I can do this
You didn't noticed
The tears she tried to hide
Is she that good at pretending
Or does anyone really cares?
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
my second most read poem.
recording over 1000 reads.
with 0 likes,
in 3 collections I added it too.
the title.
is the reason there are no likes,
and the fact someone can't like a poem about *******
when I talk about how they had lost their respect,
compared to any girl out there,
makes me feel less and less confident about the fact,
someone acted on my body like that,
for someone to be not only ***** but then physically abused,
and trying to spread the news
to show you what it does to a girl,
how gross you feel to look at yourself when ur mom wants to hurl,
where u lie when people ask you about your burn,
because you feel the torture will come back.
where you let anyone grab them.
because your blessed with triple D cups,
and at least you feel like you're not worthless,
and because I named it grab my *****
I dont Care,
I got no likes,
Like a boy gave my body,
No respect,
I think thats as fair to say as what he did to me,
as it's as fair to know I have a little over 800 views on the poem below,
and 20 likes.
about trauma too.
I don't get how this all adds up,
I got poems written about the same exact thing,
with 2, 3, 4 likes, not even 400 views some barley 200!
all about being ***** and abused,
but how come this one,
had been ignored,
and overlooked,
a ******* name,
thats cowardly
like a ******
like an abuser,
were not one person could give someone respect after it was all taken from them,
and they wrote about it.
I just..
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC