#shameless - Hello Poetry

I squeezed a water bottle today till it couldn’t suffocate any longer. I let it breath and l did it again and again. l let it go. Expecting it to revert again with a huge smile.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC

Nyx-toria

Life

I squeezed a water bottle today till it couldn’t suffocate any longer. I let it breath and l did it again and again. l let it go. Expecting it to revert again with a huge smile.

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I am not a good person Because I want you all to myself Because I want you to look at me And only me I want to know all of your thoughts Tell me all your secrets and feelings Tell me all of your background and beliefs I want you More than anything else in the world More than my own selfish needs More than life itself But I am not a good person Because I would suffocate you, choke you With my undying love With my endless endearment With all of my existence I am not a good person Because I would not care what is right or wrong I would not care about forgiveness or judgement Or what is logical or reasonable or wise A good person would care more A good person would have morals A good person would love properly But all I would care about is What I would fight and obsess and crave for What I would sacrifice and suffer and change for How far I would go for How depraved and jealous Greedy and violent Clingy and shameless I would be For my good person

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC

LanceRemir

A Good Person

I am not a good person Because I want you all to myself Because I want you to look at me And only me I want to know all of your thoughts Tell me all your secrets and feelings Tell me all of your background and beliefs I want you More than anything else in the world More than my own selfish needs More than life itself But I am not a good person Because I would suffocate you, choke you With my undying love With my endless endearment With all of my existence I am not a good person Because I would not care what is right or wrong I would not care about forgiveness or judgement Or what is logical or reasonable or wise A good person would care more A good person would have morals A good person would love properly But all I would care about is What I would fight and obsess and crave for What I would sacrifice and suffer and change for How far I would go for How depraved and jealous Greedy and violent Clingy and shameless I would be For my good person

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A love so delicate How did we get to intricate Set us free Didn't know it's all you wanted to be. But then you unwrapped yourself The moment I left Something I will always recall It's the fall You shamelessly aimed To call.

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Oct 3, 2024

Oct 3, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC

queenoftheashes

So delicate

A love so delicate How did we get to intricate Set us free Didn't know it's all you wanted to be. But then you unwrapped yourself The moment I left Something I will always recall It's the fall You shamelessly aimed To call.

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Shamelessly flaunting a "good life" but never own it They're only snapshots of good times and staged moments You've only come across carefully selected, rookie opponents Never felt how hard struggle hits But... What about when the floor drops out and a new rock bottom is found? What about when the relentless doubt is the only thing registering as sound? It's a generic cliche but a legitimate thing to say, Who are you when judgment isn't around? Do you explode in secrecy if to tightly wound? Do you trust what stops the breakdown from happening in front of a crowd? When you can't distinguish between right and wrong, when up seems down When "elementary my dear Watson" proves too profound When inner thoughts are unbound When your own mind releases the hellhound When you lose the comfort and security of solid ground Control and reason give way to confusion and treason and all you can do is lie and say "change is inbound" Would exposing the real you leave those closest to you confound? See, They say there's two sides to every story I believe the same is true for every personality, So I'm just asking around ©2024

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Mar 8, 2024

Mar 8, 2024 at 2:21 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ So, What About When... ~•§•~

Shamelessly flaunting a "good life" but never own it They're only snapshots of good times and staged moments You've only come across carefully selected, rookie opponents Never felt how hard struggle hits But... What about when the floor drops out and a new rock bottom is found? What about when the relentless doubt is the only thing registering as sound? It's a generic cliche but a legitimate thing to say, Who are you when judgment isn't around? Do you explode in secrecy if to tightly wound? Do you trust what stops the breakdown from happening in front of a crowd? When you can't distinguish between right and wrong, when up seems down When "elementary my dear Watson" proves too profound When inner thoughts are unbound When your own mind releases the hellhound When you lose the comfort and security of solid ground Control and reason give way to confusion and treason and all you can do is lie and say "change is inbound" Would exposing the real you leave those closest to you confound? See, They say there's two sides to every story I believe the same is true for every personality, So I'm just asking around ©2024

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She laid on stained sheets that were once pure white, desperate for love she gave her body away everynight, With mascara running down her face, on the floor she laid in the same place, she didn't sleep in the bed unless it was for a ***** deed, Soon a gentle touch awoke her from where she fell asleep, A kinda touch that the soul feels so deep, She looked up to his face from his feet, and saw that his expression was sweet, He took her body in his arms, She couldn't walk from the ****** harm, Then she felt shame when she realized, JESUS was His name, In his arms she began to weep, But he reassured her that he was in her heart for keeps, She could not express joy and peace, after all, not after all of her sins, She couldn't figure out... how she ended up in the arm's of The Prince of Peace, She was made pure and clean, White as a mountain snow scene, God is great, Kneel before it's too late, Let Him heal you're wounds and scars, His love shines better than all the stars.

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Apr 8, 2022

Apr 8, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

Stained Sheets

She laid on stained sheets that were once pure white, desperate for love she gave her body away everynight, With mascara running down her face, on the floor she laid in the same place, she didn't sleep in the bed unless it was for a ***** deed, Soon a gentle touch awoke her from where she fell asleep, A kinda touch that the soul feels so deep, She looked up to his face from his feet, and saw that his expression was sweet, He took her body in his arms, She couldn't walk from the ****** harm, Then she felt shame when she realized, JESUS was His name, In his arms she began to weep, But he reassured her that he was in her heart for keeps, She could not express joy and peace, after all, not after all of her sins, She couldn't figure out... how she ended up in the arm's of The Prince of Peace, She was made pure and clean, White as a mountain snow scene, God is great, Kneel before it's too late, Let Him heal you're wounds and scars, His love shines better than all the stars.

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We trusted you with what we love and you broke it jammed a fat stick in its spokes, overwound the mechanism, twisted the arm at a funny angle til it snapped haphazardly snatched at the parts applied inappropriate glue, pointed to one or two others, then skulked away pretending to have never touched it, or even been there that day even broken its worth can still be seen with eyes that choose to, heard with ears not deaf from formless brays of sycophants who may or may not be in the mirror we will stickle it every little bit of it we will fix it like new new new

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Feb 2, 2022

Feb 2, 2022 at 12:41 PM UTC

drunkenkind

Nice things

We trusted you with what we love and you broke it jammed a fat stick in its spokes, overwound the mechanism, twisted the arm at a funny angle til it snapped haphazardly snatched at the parts applied inappropriate glue, pointed to one or two others, then skulked away pretending to have never touched it, or even been there that day even broken its worth can still be seen with eyes that choose to, heard with ears not deaf from formless brays of sycophants who may or may not be in the mirror we will stickle it every little bit of it we will fix it like new new new

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She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were lucky she might whisper them to you alone in the safety of darkness, but in the light of day she would never show weakness. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Human Emotion. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.

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Mar 9, 2013

Mar 9, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC

TheBlackBird

Roar

She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were lucky she might whisper them to you alone in the safety of darkness, but in the light of day she would never show weakness. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Human Emotion. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.

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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, blood is shameless;] impurity on the ***** red I pure I shed hunger I fed so loose so tight on the lead so irritating she bled revolting when it messes with the head doors closed sounds spread again unlike the befores I said polluted on garments I five the two onto the further of the farthest of lives I paint I skin I smudge the thin in the thrill till it comes to a **** and a breathe is willed for nails to blood and fingers to clot guilty shame not guilty shameless pleasures on the lots I care I not --------ravenfeels

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Apr 13, 2021

Apr 13, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC

raven-feels

***** Red

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, blood is shameless;] impurity on the ***** red I pure I shed hunger I fed so loose so tight on the lead so irritating she bled revolting when it messes with the head doors closed sounds spread again unlike the befores I said polluted on garments I five the two onto the further of the farthest of lives I paint I skin I smudge the thin in the thrill till it comes to a **** and a breathe is willed for nails to blood and fingers to clot guilty shame not guilty shameless pleasures on the lots I care I not --------ravenfeels

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Smashed skull mentality. Altered states of mind/ sober all the time Slick, sickly cycling. Dreaming of love and of dying Slimy sucky lust No trust but I'm trying Sticky fingers; Blue, brown, green eyes Why do I appreciate, have mercy for every soul but my own? This might be a house but it isn't a home. Sweaty naked bodies, distasteful escape. Wasteful mind Bring me your time. Minefield life just trying to survive most days. Brain waves moody haze with your hand in mine I am thriving. Pillow soft lips a kiss away from drowning in a strangers' eyes. Endless longing set the days on fire. Time warp, essential sensuality Warm breeze running through my mind Black poison blood, sweat, c*m, and confusion populate my veins. A race toward brokenheartedness or objectivity Lift the curse of eternal shame. Forgotten toxicity embalmed in simplicity and transparency Complacency, erasing a disgusting history Bury me in the laurels you rest on.

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Aug 23, 2020

Aug 23, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC

desecratedex

5/8/2020

Smashed skull mentality. Altered states of mind/ sober all the time Slick, sickly cycling. Dreaming of love and of dying Slimy sucky lust No trust but I'm trying Sticky fingers; Blue, brown, green eyes Why do I appreciate, have mercy for every soul but my own? This might be a house but it isn't a home. Sweaty naked bodies, distasteful escape. Wasteful mind Bring me your time. Minefield life just trying to survive most days. Brain waves moody haze with your hand in mine I am thriving. Pillow soft lips a kiss away from drowning in a strangers' eyes. Endless longing set the days on fire. Time warp, essential sensuality Warm breeze running through my mind Black poison blood, sweat, c*m, and confusion populate my veins. A race toward brokenheartedness or objectivity Lift the curse of eternal shame. Forgotten toxicity embalmed in simplicity and transparency Complacency, erasing a disgusting history Bury me in the laurels you rest on.

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#shameless They ruined my honour under their feet, They hunted a girl passing through that street Empty roads remind me the day I was all alone on that rainy day . Walking through the wet road I got the signature of "shameless" on my notebook. When I found a foetus inside me I was a hot topic in the society I find myself all alone on the road full of people There sharp eyes sees my body figure. I wish I had died in the hospital. Now I am dead writing this with a great regret It was not a suicide I was murdered by the society not once,not twice,not thrice, a little in every bite I just found a way I could free myself So, I killed the foetus Now at least the so call society would say a girl choose to die because she was ***** I know this society would not drop a tear on the name of me but the one gave me birth must be searching for me!❤❤

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC

cuz_im_lost

A MISTAKE?

#shameless They ruined my honour under their feet, They hunted a girl passing through that street Empty roads remind me the day I was all alone on that rainy day . Walking through the wet road I got the signature of "shameless" on my notebook. When I found a foetus inside me I was a hot topic in the society I find myself all alone on the road full of people There sharp eyes sees my body figure. I wish I had died in the hospital. Now I am dead writing this with a great regret It was not a suicide I was murdered by the society not once,not twice,not thrice, a little in every bite I just found a way I could free myself So, I killed the foetus Now at least the so call society would say a girl choose to die because she was ***** I know this society would not drop a tear on the name of me but the one gave me birth must be searching for me!❤❤

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I told you all my pain Made you bleed for me I let you go with all my shame I left you in tears It meant nothing to me Still, you made promises of love Kind soul You fell for the wrong girl Wiping tears from your eyes The last kiss of goodbye Don’t you realize I just wanted to see your heart broke The same way they did with mine Love has left me to die

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC

absolutescum

unloved

I told you all my pain Made you bleed for me I let you go with all my shame I left you in tears It meant nothing to me Still, you made promises of love Kind soul You fell for the wrong girl Wiping tears from your eyes The last kiss of goodbye Don’t you realize I just wanted to see your heart broke The same way they did with mine Love has left me to die

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Drunk on polluted farts of the left winds pulled by long noses into witless pens spewing red ink artificial energy from Columbia and caffeine powered husks vacuous soldiers of Mao and Lenin re-drilling Winter Palace debacle woke world of plastics damaged to plastic pollution by damagers fair Narrow minded short sighted rabbles humming Laissez-faire sanctioners regulating home-brewed hocks equal distribution is hatching Gullivers limb by limp to feed giants makes sense in the senseless vacuum of bacon slashers by Farm pigs beasts of every land and clime this is the new world order by crimson Pol *** psychologists are making the future cancerous and caffeinated they read minds and pull strings power is making my bad choices, frustration and inadequacies yours two wrong makes right and dare see left as a wrong or you are goner altra right come take lessons on how to mask and leave pointed hats behind......

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Sep 9, 2019

Sep 9, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC

yenson

Put the kettle on........

Drunk on polluted farts of the left winds pulled by long noses into witless pens spewing red ink artificial energy from Columbia and caffeine powered husks vacuous soldiers of Mao and Lenin re-drilling Winter Palace debacle woke world of plastics damaged to plastic pollution by damagers fair Narrow minded short sighted rabbles humming Laissez-faire sanctioners regulating home-brewed hocks equal distribution is hatching Gullivers limb by limp to feed giants makes sense in the senseless vacuum of bacon slashers by Farm pigs beasts of every land and clime this is the new world order by crimson Pol *** psychologists are making the future cancerous and caffeinated they read minds and pull strings power is making my bad choices, frustration and inadequacies yours two wrong makes right and dare see left as a wrong or you are goner altra right come take lessons on how to mask and leave pointed hats behind......

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she smells (nameless and shameless) *a concoction of mixed aromas, a once in a lifetime scent, impossible to bottle, impossible to name, nameless and shameless morning coffee, last nights vin rosé, a come-a-little-closer-tasting for the summer solstice, the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale, the sour remains of bedroom sweat, the displeasing scented sight of sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded the first of the season red spot-stained white peonies fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks, which are mostly gender identifiable my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar, prior memorized perhaps, from deep within, a ****** hallelujah, deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned, before they journey to the Egypt Nile of the basement waters the burnt crumbs of illegal in-bed brioche toast amazingly invisible on unclean sheets, state “breakfast in bed, was yummy in the tummy, but next time use a big dinner plate, down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt of other things (popcorn pieces) is just a scratchiest fragrance too far, needing a sheet wiped clean slate even the colorless and tasteless water absorb the ionosphere of smells, because one does usually speak poetically, one of us makes a (vice) presidential declaration: she smells, I man-ually stink, each, each glower shower nower, open the window to the spring wet grass aroma fresh cut, to exhume and then send away this odor now christened,* nameless and shameless 11:47 28/4/19

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC

poetoftheway

she smells (nameless and shameless)

she smells (nameless and shameless) *a concoction of mixed aromas, a once in a lifetime scent, impossible to bottle, impossible to name, nameless and shameless morning coffee, last nights vin rosé, a come-a-little-closer-tasting for the summer solstice, the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale, the sour remains of bedroom sweat, the displeasing scented sight of sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded the first of the season red spot-stained white peonies fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks, which are mostly gender identifiable my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar, prior memorized perhaps, from deep within, a ****** hallelujah, deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned, before they journey to the Egypt Nile of the basement waters the burnt crumbs of illegal in-bed brioche toast amazingly invisible on unclean sheets, state “breakfast in bed, was yummy in the tummy, but next time use a big dinner plate, down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt of other things (popcorn pieces) is just a scratchiest fragrance too far, needing a sheet wiped clean slate even the colorless and tasteless water absorb the ionosphere of smells, because one does usually speak poetically, one of us makes a (vice) presidential declaration: she smells, I man-ually stink, each, each glower shower nower, open the window to the spring wet grass aroma fresh cut, to exhume and then send away this odor now christened,* nameless and shameless 11:47 28/4/19

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a concoction of mixed aromas, a once in a lifetime scent, impossible to bottle, impossible to name, nameless and shameless morning coffee, last nights vin rosé, a come-on tasting for the summer coming, the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale, the sour remains of bedroom sweat, the displeasing scented sight of sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded the first of the season red stained white peonies fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks, which are gender identifiable my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar, prior memorized perhaps, from deep within, deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned, before they journey to the Egypt of the basement the burnt crumbs of illegal brioche toast hidden on unclean sheets, state “breakfast in bed, is yummy in the tummy, but next time use a big dinner plate, down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt of other things is just a fragrance too far even the colorless and tasteless water absorb the ionosphere of smells, because one does usually speak poetically, make a vice presidential declaration: she smells, I manually stink, each, glower shower, nower, open the window to the spring wet grass, exhume and send away this odor now christened, nameless and shameless 11:47 28/4/19

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC

ogdiddynash

she smells (nameless and shameless)

a concoction of mixed aromas, a once in a lifetime scent, impossible to bottle, impossible to name, nameless and shameless morning coffee, last nights vin rosé, a come-on tasting for the summer coming, the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale, the sour remains of bedroom sweat, the displeasing scented sight of sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded the first of the season red stained white peonies fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks, which are gender identifiable my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar, prior memorized perhaps, from deep within, deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned, before they journey to the Egypt of the basement the burnt crumbs of illegal brioche toast hidden on unclean sheets, state “breakfast in bed, is yummy in the tummy, but next time use a big dinner plate, down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt of other things is just a fragrance too far even the colorless and tasteless water absorb the ionosphere of smells, because one does usually speak poetically, make a vice presidential declaration: she smells, I manually stink, each, glower shower, nower, open the window to the spring wet grass, exhume and send away this odor now christened, nameless and shameless 11:47 28/4/19

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They say the moment you get uncomfortable is the moment you are growing, Awkwardly emerging. One step closer to proclaiming my truth, Strip me bare & uncover stained days of my youth. For once I see the absolute beauty in my suffer, Finally, I am uncomfortable in my own comfort.

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Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC

PaigeUntitled

Mask off

They say the moment you get uncomfortable is the moment you are growing, Awkwardly emerging. One step closer to proclaiming my truth, Strip me bare & uncover stained days of my youth. For once I see the absolute beauty in my suffer, Finally, I am uncomfortable in my own comfort.

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You’re pretty… he says for a dark-skinned girl I usually don’t talk to your kind. am I supposed to feel honor? you hopped of your pedestal, down to mine? I will not curve my lips into the half of the crescent moon that you’re expecting you do not deserve that. exclusion encumbers me and I am small in your eyes. Surely you can see that I am a dark girl, sweet berries ; color of night the same colors that allowed my ancestors to take flight. freeing them from ******* wounds that had them tied, without my hue, we would’ve died. I am a stone immortal, no work of erosion can seep through my cracks. the trials of my ancestors drawn on their backs. so our heads, we never hang down , we are to be found. scars to be hidden it is the gas in a run-away car, that last sip an alcoholic has as their arm and wrist lay dangling at the bar this is the prestige of my hue if I’m just pretty? then what could beauty possibly mean to you. a rare blend of history, struggle and strength. My head will not hang, not once more by noose or in self distress, I am history. No more do I long to sit at a table with you, in the wake of waiting for your admiration I have created my own table, in appreciation of your hesitation. To you my worth will always be in comparison to what’s missing that being pretty for a dark-skin girl, is a blessing. Worth far more than bedazzled insults , convinced I was worth less they could see it in my eyes, the way I dressed. The hue that I am is far greater than they told me accepting back handed accolades, that’s the old me. This house that holds my soul is only almost pretty… they say if I weren’t so dark I might be worth loving, caring wanting or staying. My color, a rustic espresso, no cream. you say I am pretty for a dark- skinned girl … no I’m pretty and that’s it! signed a FED UP dark skinned chick

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC

littachakilladounoticeapun

dark-skinned chick

You’re pretty… he says for a dark-skinned girl I usually don’t talk to your kind. am I supposed to feel honor? you hopped of your pedestal, down to mine? I will not curve my lips into the half of the crescent moon that you’re expecting you do not deserve that. exclusion encumbers me and I am small in your eyes. Surely you can see that I am a dark girl, sweet berries ; color of night the same colors that allowed my ancestors to take flight. freeing them from ******* wounds that had them tied, without my hue, we would’ve died. I am a stone immortal, no work of erosion can seep through my cracks. the trials of my ancestors drawn on their backs. so our heads, we never hang down , we are to be found. scars to be hidden it is the gas in a run-away car, that last sip an alcoholic has as their arm and wrist lay dangling at the bar this is the prestige of my hue if I’m just pretty? then what could beauty possibly mean to you. a rare blend of history, struggle and strength. My head will not hang, not once more by noose or in self distress, I am history. No more do I long to sit at a table with you, in the wake of waiting for your admiration I have created my own table, in appreciation of your hesitation. To you my worth will always be in comparison to what’s missing that being pretty for a dark-skin girl, is a blessing. Worth far more than bedazzled insults , convinced I was worth less they could see it in my eyes, the way I dressed. The hue that I am is far greater than they told me accepting back handed accolades, that’s the old me. This house that holds my soul is only almost pretty… they say if I weren’t so dark I might be worth loving, caring wanting or staying. My color, a rustic espresso, no cream. you say I am pretty for a dark- skinned girl … no I’m pretty and that’s it! signed a FED UP dark skinned chick

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Be shameless ... sweetheart ... it's a wonderful day ... shinny sweet morning ... with a morning's language ... no one can stand with ... as me and you ... it's our language ... in every morning ... that we meet in .. exchanging our feelings ... to feeling our desires ... one to the other ... yes my angle ... it's our longs and desires ... be free sweetheart ... be a bit naughty ... more as every day ... with an brave eye ... as i am now ... as my desires ... which it needs you ... as you need me ... be sweetheart ... as me ... with all me desires ... shameless ... naughty ... rude ... to feel our love more ... while you lay ... and dancing ... into your homeland .. at my lap ... which it's your home ... your warm home ... to feel the peace ... within a happiness ... and to give you ... as what i need ... love and desires ... be shameless sweetheart ... as how i am now ... love you ... hazem al ..

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

Be shameless ...

Be shameless ... sweetheart ... it's a wonderful day ... shinny sweet morning ... with a morning's language ... no one can stand with ... as me and you ... it's our language ... in every morning ... that we meet in .. exchanging our feelings ... to feeling our desires ... one to the other ... yes my angle ... it's our longs and desires ... be free sweetheart ... be a bit naughty ... more as every day ... with an brave eye ... as i am now ... as my desires ... which it needs you ... as you need me ... be sweetheart ... as me ... with all me desires ... shameless ... naughty ... rude ... to feel our love more ... while you lay ... and dancing ... into your homeland .. at my lap ... which it's your home ... your warm home ... to feel the peace ... within a happiness ... and to give you ... as what i need ... love and desires ... be shameless sweetheart ... as how i am now ... love you ... hazem al ..

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I was craving it And so were you Two lonely souls On the corner of fifth and avenue He was gone And so was she But we made due With a substitute Just one night We got our fill You pulled me close I felt your moan My hands, your thighs Your fingers, my spine Morning came And so did you I stumbled home And no one ever knew

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

sheshinesbright

Shameless

I was craving it And so were you Two lonely souls On the corner of fifth and avenue He was gone And so was she But we made due With a substitute Just one night We got our fill You pulled me close I felt your moan My hands, your thighs Your fingers, my spine Morning came And so did you I stumbled home And no one ever knew

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Let me get drunk on your lips and high in your hands; hold me as I ride out this curious combination. Don’t let my lips get lonely or my skin grow cold. We both don’t need forever only here and right now shameless alcoholic for your lips and stoner for your touch -JRM

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC

SilentInnocence

Shameless

Let me get drunk on your lips and high in your hands; hold me as I ride out this curious combination. Don’t let my lips get lonely or my skin grow cold. We both don’t need forever only here and right now shameless alcoholic for your lips and stoner for your touch -JRM

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Handshake claw grip, crustaceans with an overstatement, Never distressed with a sober sense spent on aimless wastage, Never become too complacent, Never butter devil's sodden words on scriptures burned through the ages, Certain pages curtain stages grace to shattered shambles curdled shameless. Shiny geodes the traditions on the backhand, Sages matching matter sets a salamandrine babble balance act, Skin tight ever-bond clasped reattachment, Radical bags sag at the mystery of a mattress , Routine carry forth enabling of double standards, Tailored youth to a callous canvassed pander ******* Cat scratch moral compass to the badlands, The pinnacle of rabid actions in the aftermath, After that, A rabbit or a lab rat, Maze running side effects from the last batch, No lessons learned just oblivious to brass tax, Malleable malice in the marrow of the crab man, Can't stand a phalanx divided by the last laugh, Middle finger sinner Peter chapters in the chapel of a hashtag, Shadows in the chiaroscuro flit mongers little gas lamps, Calypso rhythm stages a symphony of backstabs, Coup d'etat passive damage scatters gravel slat in sandbags, No matter shiny medal coiled vertebrae permeate the flashbacks, Never with a sordid memory retraced to get a plaque stamped.

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Nov 9, 2017

Nov 9, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

IllestTraitor

Vibrissae

Handshake claw grip, crustaceans with an overstatement, Never distressed with a sober sense spent on aimless wastage, Never become too complacent, Never butter devil's sodden words on scriptures burned through the ages, Certain pages curtain stages grace to shattered shambles curdled shameless. Shiny geodes the traditions on the backhand, Sages matching matter sets a salamandrine babble balance act, Skin tight ever-bond clasped reattachment, Radical bags sag at the mystery of a mattress , Routine carry forth enabling of double standards, Tailored youth to a callous canvassed pander ******* Cat scratch moral compass to the badlands, The pinnacle of rabid actions in the aftermath, After that, A rabbit or a lab rat, Maze running side effects from the last batch, No lessons learned just oblivious to brass tax, Malleable malice in the marrow of the crab man, Can't stand a phalanx divided by the last laugh, Middle finger sinner Peter chapters in the chapel of a hashtag, Shadows in the chiaroscuro flit mongers little gas lamps, Calypso rhythm stages a symphony of backstabs, Coup d'etat passive damage scatters gravel slat in sandbags, No matter shiny medal coiled vertebrae permeate the flashbacks, Never with a sordid memory retraced to get a plaque stamped.

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Do you wanna make love? Do you wanna make me? Or do you wanna make both? Do you want to love me emotionally? Do you want to sing happy songs to my dark parts? Do you want to kiss me long and lazy? Do you want to take my burdens with every blanket you wrap me up in? Do you want to play with me in front of the open window because we're shameless? Do you want to tell me stories to soothe my soul? Do you want to **** me while the rain comes down all around us? Tell me, do you?

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Sep 19, 2017

Sep 19, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC

Anon0617

**** Me, Daddy

Do you wanna make love? Do you wanna make me? Or do you wanna make both? Do you want to love me emotionally? Do you want to sing happy songs to my dark parts? Do you want to kiss me long and lazy? Do you want to take my burdens with every blanket you wrap me up in? Do you want to play with me in front of the open window because we're shameless? Do you want to tell me stories to soothe my soul? Do you want to **** me while the rain comes down all around us? Tell me, do you?

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By Arcassin Burnham And You've tried and tried and tried.. To make everything work out just fine.. And your sacrifice.. Will bring a beauty so delightful, Plus you're a ******** badass that don't take no **** From no one, You had a love denyingly that any man couldn't handle, It was too fun. They couldn't stand a chance even if they tried.. I'm glad you see a great vision in your life.. In your life, I bet you'll find a purpose to survive, I know you have the family by your side, hope this doesn't come with a price, In your life, I bet you'll find a purpose to survive, I know you have the family by your side, hope this doesn't come with a price, And You've tried and tried and tried.. To make everything work out just fine.. And your sacrifice.. Will bring a beauty so delightful.

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Fiona's Love

By Arcassin Burnham And You've tried and tried and tried.. To make everything work out just fine.. And your sacrifice.. Will bring a beauty so delightful, Plus you're a ******** badass that don't take no **** From no one, You had a love denyingly that any man couldn't handle, It was too fun. They couldn't stand a chance even if they tried.. I'm glad you see a great vision in your life.. In your life, I bet you'll find a purpose to survive, I know you have the family by your side, hope this doesn't come with a price, In your life, I bet you'll find a purpose to survive, I know you have the family by your side, hope this doesn't come with a price, And You've tried and tried and tried.. To make everything work out just fine.. And your sacrifice.. Will bring a beauty so delightful.

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