#profile
You can have
OBSESSIONS,
in your
BEAUTY,
as if you are trying
to IMPRESS,
nice fitted clothes,
dresses, and
outfits of sorts,
sometimes
could go
OVERBOARD, and
having
you looking
HOT MESS, but
it's okay though,
just find your
RIGHT STYLE,
just keep
searching for your
look, and
you will fill
out the
PERFECT PROFILE,
WE ALL
HAVE A LOOK,
OH, YES WE ALL DO!!!
JUST SEARCH
HIGH, AND
LOW FOR IT, AND
THEN LET
IT WEAR YOU,
NO TIME FOR FEELING LOW, OR
FEELING
SAD AND BLUE,
LOOK FOR
SOMETHING
THAT WORKS, AND
WATCH WHAT
IT WILL DO!!!
FROM THE TOP
OF YOUR HEAD,
TO THE SOULS OF YOUR FEET,
TO MAKE
AN EXPRESSION
OF SOMETHING
SO UNIQUE,
FASHIONABLE, FLAIR, AND
OH-SO-CHIC!!!
KEEP BUILDING ON THAT,
THEN YOUR LOOK
WILL BE COMPLETE!!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/10/2026
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC
I want to look into your eyes
And roll in them all days and nights.
I see my spring in them and actually
I miss them now so very much!
My whole body shudders once,
As I remember your sweet touching.
I know you'll never back again
And I will have exactly nothing
But noble profile, gentle look,
Your mellow voice and sensual lips.
I'm sorry that I can't bring back
Those magic eyes and so blessed whims.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 5:37 PM UTC
"Great!" They said.
"So I'll be you, and you be me?"
"Correct!"
"And you'll be them, and they'll be you?"
"Accurate!"
And so they all swapped their devices,
All took each other's names/profiles,
Saying nothing of what they were actually doing!
"So who will I even be talking to?"
"Don't worry, you'll know it!"
"But how will I understand it as them?"
"Wouldn't you know if you didn't?"
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
freckled cheeks / soft decibels
dress wearing
wine taster
dreamcatching
manhunter
an attraction
to green and yellow
an aversion to blue
an imprint of her muted form
under a name that hides her
she often lies there
in a shimmer
a bit of a sleeping beauty
in the pleasing shape
of Wisconsin / Illinois
whose charms
are revealed
like arcane secrets
only to those
with patience,
persistence,
and a lack of proximity
to heavy machinery
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 1:32 PM UTC
anyone know why
profile and cover photos
refuse to upload?
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
I didn't know
I've been doing this for so long
I met you online
We had only one chat
About an hour
But you changed my life
In a bad way
In a way I can't describe
At that exact moment
The lies started
And have never stopped since
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
When I set up my profile
I put down my gender
Right away
No qualms
But when it came to my age...
Sometimes I put it down
Sometimes I take it off
And I wonder why...
Somehow, to me
My gender has been
Entrenched, in my sense of identity
When I was little,
I remember thinking
“I like being a girl”
And there was nothing
To it, really
No true reason
I just liked who I was
But when it comes to age...
Social anxiety
Lack of confidence
Gave me difficulties
When interacting with peers
As I would have liked
At times
Adults were kind
And I saw them through rose colored glasses, mature individuals
I wanted to emulate
At times
Then...
At other times
I wanted to be a little kid
Innocent, young, free
Especially
When we started having homework
So.
My gender
Is okay with me
But as for my age...
There’s nothing wrong with it
But my double sense of identity
Between young
And old
Keeps me from consenting
To permenantly leaving those
Little
Black
Numbers
On my profile
How about you?
Are you certain about your gender?
Age?
Neither?
Both?
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
very mysterious DP....
you look deep in thoughts,
dreams flowing like wind,
through your mind and hair.
pink, a reflection of the soft warmth
of your *****
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
I heard a blast
Few yards away in the neighbourhood
Panic call to humanity
Help ! help ! Plz. help !
[ Disturbed, it made]
I remember the profile picture
Smiling, I was
I cursed myself.
Then,
I saw your profile picture
And, find the same,
No rights to invade your freedom
I never dared.
Later with heavy heart, I tried to
Neglect, forget, adopt.
“Survival of the fittest”,
As old man said.
Being a cold stone
Here, I am awake
In a clean sheet with no bloodshed
It was 4:48 AM, Kathmandu
Good day, whoever hears.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
Fair to trust your covers
Trust worthy profiles, texts
Who knew the hidden tragedy
Judging a cover, the whole series
Let no troubles face till doom
This route is a little tough
Rough enough to move gently
Though I don't surrender
Buckle up even harder
Till the broken heart fixes
Its own way to empowerment
I seek revenge but I'll fail
Until then I'll have stories to tell
Lessons to spread and alert
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
In this imaginary world where we can escape from reality.
I am the ruler of my own kingdom.
Who ever reads my pieces lives through every story.
You shall take part in my mission to shape this kingdom to rule over this world.
Like every ruler needs, I need someone to be my adviser.
Will you be that someone?
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
I'm really not a poet
But I do love to write
My words are pretty simple
And that exemplifies my life
I've never chased a dollar
But hard work's a faithful friend
Let no one think "he's lazy"
When the light of day's at end
Everything I've ever wanted
Live between these walls
And if I slip a little bit
I've a few good friends to call
Darkness had nothing for me
Just left me lonely, cold, and black
I learned to count my blessings
Not curse the things I lack
I believe in Christian values
But I don't always do what's right
I just do my best, repent the rest
And keep walking in the light
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
You may shiver at words,
They are the interpretation
Of all pain, fear,
Love.
But as the leaves fall like ash
From a charcoal sky,
It is known that there may be no more days
To admit my love for you.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
i don’t want to hear about your former heart
don’t want to memorize the lines of the faces that betrayed you
strip down from your past
down to your brittle bones
claw your resentful hands into my bare flesh
and show me why you’ve learned to flinch at love
i don’t want to hear about your boyfriends
girlfriends
don’t wanna know where it went awry
i want to be the curse that runs you dry
sink my teeth into your apathy,
fill the empty crevices in your bed with yet another allegory
eviscerate the plot for another horrorific love story
make your memories shiver
as we fill each other - we quiver
cause i don’t want to hear about
know about -
the skin or soul before me
it’ll be irrelevant
when we make the ground split with our calls
and the earth will stand still as you exhale that godly breath
don’t wanna hear about your former heart
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
A hidden closet piques my interest as I fall through time and space,
Clammy hands clasp the white hot memoirs of the past.
Unable to let go I slip faster than before
Addicted to the memories of things long ago.
The wrong I'm feeling caused by all unknown,
Pressure threatening to crush the feelings I own.
I have found the wall I built,
And crashed past the breaking point.
Lost with no direction,
I search for meaning--
Seeking out Orion
So I can live among the stars.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
Poems and Reading is the center of the earth and sanity it's self.
~Kat Herondale
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
The ink in my pen runs freely,
Staining the wood with new varnish,
Changing what was once beautiful
Into a blossoming masterpiece.
Seeing the world with more than words,
More vibrant than hues and pigments,
Feeling the depth of human hearts,
And testing the pull of currents.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I am wishing on a dream and shooting for the stars.
Why does that disappoint?
Why don't they understand?
Will they ever understand?
Take time to listen.
Perhaps
Down the road they will find these and find the real
Me.
Do not think any of these poems are finished,
This is just a snapshot of the heart.
In any instant,
The words make no sense.
I encourage all who read these to write about themselves,
Just like I am putting my heart into an unknown world.
Also--
Thank God for the talents He has given you.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
This forced swinging from high to low
with emotion as my rope;
Perhaps but to fall, the ebb and flow
of a drama of a grand scope:
-
Midnight and the moons resounding note
waning like memories of her caress,
Then-
"Thy soul be sundered; thy life 'tis smote-
Your love 'twas simply in jest!"
Fearfully I cried under a frightful duress-
"Who art thou, wicked seraph! Fiend indeed!!
Why, why should you call my distress?
In my hour of loss, my hour of need?"
It then said, 'Thy know, thy soul I read-
Blasphemer! Defiler of a chaste life!
Sin tis your cover, desire your breed,
To be covetous of anothers wife!"
Furious was my speech - "Take thy seraphic knife,
Let us clash, I shall not fall!
Thou art simply a portent of strife;
Thou hast no honor, no higher call!"
Claimed I, "Thou art not in God's thrall!
Thou art a menace black and seedy,
To come before me with such gall,
to come before a man so needy!"
A horrible visage then arose before me,
Terrifying! This angel of doom-
The moon 'twas struck, lay bleeding-
It's light red, fading soon...
A soul of the darkest gloom,
This being 'twas not ordained!
Beneath the light of the hemorrhaging moon,
I saw what it seeked to gain!
This monster, it fed off of pain,
I cried, "Thou art surely craven!
Thy knife hast many stains,
But how art thou so boldly brazen?
Perhaps hailing from some deathly haven,
or heaven tormented, I know thy measure!
I do know ye, sinful, lust-torn maven,
Forsake sustenance from my pleasure!
Be gone! Shatter thy earthly tether!
Back!" I shrieked- "Away from this plane!"
Whether Angel sent, or Devil, whether
Freudian delusion or Jobs game!
Love and sin art not the same!
So cast off of me your burdened guilt-
Love blooms wildly, it's vines my veins,
And from stronger feelings 'tis built!
I shall not be cursed by passions blame,
and my love shall never wilt!
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
I didn't write this work, it was written by my dear friend Carole Hurley who has been having a problem posting
I sit on the top deck of a red London bus and view the world passing by, so much more interesting than a drive in a car.
Where are they all coming from, the people I see? Where are they going to, what do they do with their lives? These people I view.
That little old couple, side by side holding hands. They look so content as they walk down the Strand.
The young men and women hurrying by, perhaps going to work, maybe going to buy a sandwich to eat in the park.
Tourists in their thousands viewing our London sites. I wonder where do they all go to at night.
I gaze eagerly down as we pass famous stores, their names proudly emblazoned over the doors.
I love the hustle and bustle of our London town, a wonderful mix of the old and the new, I try to absorb all the breathtaking views.
Theres Tower Bridge in her livery of gold and of blue, her ramps held aloft as a ship passes through.
Whitehall where the soldier high on his horse so proud and so still, while tourists take photographs later to view.
Big Ben chimes as the Houses of Parliament we pass. Westminster Abbey so stately and tall, for hundreds of years overlooking it all, the laughter the sadness, the tears and the fears.
I look at new buildings all made out of glass. I look at it free courtesy of my free bus pass.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC