#permission
When I can’t contain
My inner workings,
Thoughts, desires, breath
I beg for permission
To say please and thank you
For allowing me
To come to the edge
Of all merciful liberation
And kneel at your feet
A mighty altar of the masculine
Energy that defies time and space
Between the carefully curated gap
Oh no, I don’t mind!
If you see it, say it, or sort me
Out for misbehaving
A wild child that needs discipline
And at the same time, protection
From wolves and other beasts
Who prey on my submission
To the Alpha without breaking
My back on tanned leather
Hides that cache my true nature
That switches for survival
When everything else in my world
Has been painted black
Like Domminion.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:41 PM UTC
It's not that I'm ashamed of
wanting you —
the optics draw too
much light.
Societal progress is best
done incrementally.
We have a process.
You are in it.
Please hold.
Perform compliance.
Stay low.
Low to the ground, shallow
with your hopes and breaths,
hidden behind the shadow of
your best Sunday suit.
You can look... but could you ever
really touch, or
be touched by
hands that hold both
the pain and the pen —
the field, not the fence.
Do you see how I paint rainbows
with my tears and precision.
You read this in a language
that was given to me
by the same empire
that made me illegal.
The word for what I am
existed before that empire arrived.
They don't teach that word
in the schools they built.
before your language
found a way to hold me —
I was already here.
before permission learned to speak —
it had no use.
By the time the saffron nationalists
finished what the British started,
by the time the executive order
decided there are only
two kinds of bodies
and mine is neither —
the distance between your reading
and my living
had been under construction
for three hundred years.
You can read this poem.
You cannot read that distance.
Not from the fence.
Not from the Sunday suit.
Not from the private dark
where you want us
and don't say so.
You already know this.
That's why the law.
— DG
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
I feel misplaced in these walls,
like I slipped into a life not meant for me-
a shadow wearing someone else’s name.
This isn’t home.
Home doesn’t watch you like that.
Doesn’t wait-quiet, patient-
for you to disappear.
I am a guest that overstayed,
a breath held too long in borrowed air,
a presence that tightens the room.
I search for a corner that won’t reject me,
a space where I don’t fracture the silence-
where I am not the reason
for raised voices,
for tension stitched into every second.
But every place feels forbidden.
Every step echoes like a mistake.
So I shrink-
into the bed,
into the chair,
into the hollow stare of the mirror
that doesn’t recognize me anymore.
I drift in circles inside this room,
a ghost rehearsing how to exist quietly.
Even my own body feels like trespass.
Hunger becomes a question.
Thirst feels like theft.
The kitchen-
a line I shouldn’t cross.
The water-
not mine to take.
Even the simplest rituals-
washing, breathing, being-
feel like crimes I haven’t been forgiven for yet.
As if somewhere, unseen,
there’s a rulebook written in silence,
and I’ve broken every page of it
just by being here.
So I wait.
For permission.
For absence.
For the moment I finally fade enough
to belong nowhere at all.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
Eulogize my sense of self
When you detached the chains attached to my brain I hopped on a train toward somewhere else
The depth inside growing deeper
Even in my dreams I'm a light sleeper
And the tracks rattled my frame awake
Orange sun on my face
I'm heading toward waves of ocean spray and a better place
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:24 PM UTC
let me pass
the iris
of life
as the snow
perched
atop your lash
as the gale
threaded
along your hair
and bear witness
to your grief
then summer
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
i’m yours.
that’s the saddest part—
belonging without being chosen.
i look for comfort
where the hurt was born,
like returning to a house
that no longer knows my name.
you were my home.
now i knock,
and wait,
and wonder when love
started needing permission.
i don’t ask for love anymore.
i ask for space
that doesn’t feel like abandonment.
still, i stay—
not because it’s safe,
but because leaving hurts
in a way i already understand.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Two whispers in the wire
Copper veins remembering
The insulation sweats
Small hands pressed to glass
That isn't there
My throat holds the name
I forgot how to say
When blankets started smelling
Like responsibility
The wire hums against my palm
Something wants to grow
Something wants to stop growing
December air thinner than memory
The house breathes
I forget to answer
Some days the hum
Sounds like morning
Other days
It sounds like permission
My inner child
Makes knots in my stomach
I keep pulling
Until they become part of me
The wire knows which way I'll lean
It's been waiting like patient rust
Tonight I press my ear close enough
To feel the vibration
But not close enough to hear
Which whisper is telling the truth
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 5:39 PM UTC
he always asked for permission.
not like a formality —
not the way someone asks
after they’ve already decided.
but like he meant it.
like my no
wouldn’t make him flinch.
and every time,
i said yes.
and felt his hands
move like they’d just been
gifted a map —
not to conquer,
but to understand.
even when his fingers slipped
under the hem of my shirt,
found the small of my back —
he paused.
and gave me a chance
to say no. it’s enough.
even when his hand
brushed against my bra strap,
barely there —
he whispered sorry,
as if the air between us
deserved an apology.
i didn’t ask,
if i could touch you
further up.
and that —
that’s what i remember.
not the way he kissed me.
not the taste of that night.
but the way his respect
intoxicated my mind.
looking back,
i think that was the moment
he opened me up,
let my feelings spill,
whilst keeping his own still.
and god.
i loved him for that.
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
Do I have your
permission to lead
you to your bedroom?
My visualizations want
to spring out of my
head and lay between
your sheets. Do I
have your permission
to light
candles? Witnessing
our reflections on the
wall would be an art
exhibit within itself.
The equivalent of a lion conquering his thick lioness.
Do I have your permission to have your face as my seat?
Your tongue flowing up and down my slit is an
action I can’t live without.
Making me as wet as a river.
Splashing your thickset lips.
Do I have your permission to be as bad as I want to be?
I want to wrap my lips around your shaft
And then feel it tease my ******
I want your **** to regroup my insides
Any way it sees fit.
I want my cheeks to jounce off of you and jiggle.
I want it to excite you even more.
I want you to choke me and call me a **** and your little *****
I want my legs to shake before you finish.
But first, I need your permission.
8/2021 (Original date)
5/11/2023
-Mia J
© 2021 Mia J
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 7:49 PM UTC
When you were younger,
maybe you were told to hold your tongue,
hold your breath until you got older.
But now that you're here,
now that you've figured out how
and when to say what you want to say, someone has given you the same advice.
So once again, you hold your breath,
even though it hurts and scares you.
And now, you wonder "what's next?"
Now, I'm going to be the one giving advice:
if you want to be confident, independent,
and able to stand up for yourself,
understand that you're the only one
who can give you permission to breathe,
and you've earned it.
Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 9:00 PM UTC
I cannot be everything to everyone!
I do not want to be everything to everyone!
I am not going to be everything to everyone,
because in the end, I will be nothing to everyone, and
I won't be me.
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 10:21 PM UTC
What is my operative word?
Go?
Stop?
Never, is it Yes.
Always it is No!
Sometimes in a gesture,
Occasionally in a gait;
If I were blind
And read by braille,
My fingers might feel Wait.
And we've met some
Who don't have
An Operative at all.
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 10:08 AM UTC
Isn't it a lonely world?
Watching from the other side
My life is just passing me by
"You naughty girl,
Questionably feminine,
You know you are a freaking sin!"
Gouge my eyes and watch me scream
Another day
Won't wake up to my dreams
What can I say
When you wouldn't listen?
I don't have your permission
Look into the massive sky
Feeling so inferior
I cry on the interior
"You shameful guy,
Excuse of masculinity."
I'm never allowed to be me
Gouge my eyes and watch me scream
Another day
Won't wake up to my dreams
What can I say
When you wouldn't listen?
I don't have your permission
What can I say,
But dream another day?
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
We shall echo the points that scrape the skies
Above the streams of Wonder City.
On the streets below, men shift through time,
Watched on by soaring concrete.
In the steaming sewers strewn beneath
These streets— O Wonder City!—
Rats shall run the labyrinth of the sewers
To find the traces of a world
Before the steam of Wonder City.
Oct 13, 2022
Oct 13, 2022 at 11:02 AM UTC
Walking in the room
Captivating
My attention
Without my permission
Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 1:34 PM UTC
It’s funny how forgiveness works
Making you think it’s giving them permission to hurt you over and over again
When really
It’s giving yourself permission
To move on
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC
I have spent years seeking approval, appreciation, validation... things I felt needed to come from others in order for them to be real.
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Maybe it's time for me to give those things to myself.
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I don't need permission to experience good things.
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
there's secrets, hidden beneath the corduroy
a world of wonder
where admission varies
guest to guest,
it's a game of guess
at whether you're let in
or you're like the rest,
corduroy's the fashion though
for sure
they'll be others
that hold you high up
just to push you down under
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 4:15 AM UTC
Does a flower
Grant permission
To a bee
Does the earth
invite rain
All they do
is welcome
their kindred soul
- Avinash
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
No need to understand
In this moment I feel no kindness
No desire to reach out
Disowned anger
Needing to be owned and embodied
Holding just as much wisdom within it as love
Letting anger, rage and numbness teach me
Slowly revealing their gifts
The refugee aspects of the psyche
Needing to be felt
They have lived repressed
Locked up in the dungeon of conditioning
Labeled as unacceptable
Opening to anger, rage and numbness
Welcoming them home to my heart
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
send me away
to a place where i can scream
until my face turns blue
to a place where i have permission
to grieve
to a place where despair is a art
instead of a sin
send me away
for i cannot find that here
Esther Krenzin
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
I give you permission
to eavesdrop on my mind.
Because my words are stuck
in prison feeling confined.
I want to spill it all out
but that’s not how my brain is designed.
So please
eavesdrop on my mind
And help me decipher
the secrets being intertwined.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
//WHY TO COMPROMISE??//
To complete the remaining dreams or be happy in this so called relationship?????
To sit quite or take stand against it???
To go wherever I want or to take care of family???
To sit and listen to all tantrum of family or be free bird???
To be a great business women or just a normal housewife???
To wear saree,dress or what I want to wear???
Whether to take permission for the thing I love or do whatever I want???To divorce or be happy In this so called marriage???
Should I compromise and be happy???
COMPROMISE,isn't big deal....!!!
But,
Why to compromise????
When you can fly like a free bird...
Why to compromise,
When you can earn,
You are independent...
Find someone who is there with you at every stage of life!!!
Why to compromise??
If you want to wear bikini,wear it!!!
Why you have ask others that should I???
Why????
If you want to go,GO why you have to ask someone else???
Why to compromise???
When you can laugh loud,
Be happy in your own world,
Believe in yourself and you would never have to compromise....
Never think,
Whether I should???
You can and you should!!!...
Why to compromise????
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"WHY TO COMPROMISE??"
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~YESHA🌻
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC