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#unapologetic

I will make everything around me beautiful. That is not a wish. It’s a warning. You don’t get to break me quietly. You don’t get to watch me dissolve into dust and call it nature. No. If I am to decay, I will rust. Loudly. Colorfully. Unapologetically. I am not rotting. I am oxidizing. Turning damage into metal lace. Turning ruin into art. You ask why I keep butterflies in my lungs, why I let my thoughts bloom in sugar and silk. It’s because corrosion comes for the soul first, and I’ve learned how to gild my rust before it bites too deep. There are things that wanted to eat me hollow. People who whispered collapse into my seams. And I smiled, I smiled, as they watched me turn red with survival. I am not stainless. But I am steel. And if the world insists on decay, then let me corrode in gold. Let me oxidize into something so vivid it blinds the rot trying to swallow me. Everything around me will be beautiful, and it will wear its damage like crown metal blistered, breathing, alive. That is my life. That is my threat. Let it flake, let it bleed, let it shine. I will rust gloriously. And everything I touch will remember me.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC

- I Will Rust Gloriously -

I will make everything around me beautiful. That is not a wish. It’s a warning. You don’t get to break me quietly. You don’t get to watch me dissolve into dust and call it nature. No. If I am to decay, I will rust. Loudly. Colorfully. Unapologetically. I am not rotting. I am oxidizing. Turning damage into metal lace. Turning ruin into art. You ask why I keep butterflies in my lungs, why I let my thoughts bloom in sugar and silk. It’s because corrosion comes for the soul first, and I’ve learned how to gild my rust before it bites too deep. There are things that wanted to eat me hollow. People who whispered collapse into my seams. And I smiled, I smiled, as they watched me turn red with survival. I am not stainless. But I am steel. And if the world insists on decay, then let me corrode in gold. Let me oxidize into something so vivid it blinds the rot trying to swallow me. Everything around me will be beautiful, and it will wear its damage like crown metal blistered, breathing, alive. That is my life. That is my threat. Let it flake, let it bleed, let it shine. I will rust gloriously. And everything I touch will remember me.

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she smells of peonies, extravagant, luxurious, She smells of peonies, elegant, dangerous, She smells of peonies, elite, but soft, She smells of peonies, unapologetically;

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 6:54 AM UTC

Soft_spokenpoetess

she smells of peonies, extravagant, luxurious, She smells of peonies, elegant, dangerous, She smells of peonies, elite, but soft, She smells of peonies, unapologetically;

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They call me defensive. They call me aggressive. They call me unpredictable. As if survival is a crime. As if standing for my truth is hostility. As if refusing to be small is chaos. I am defensive because every hand that should have held me hit me instead. Because every voice that should have loved me spoke betrayal and silence. I am aggressive because I have fought to breathe when the world pressed me to my last gasp. Because I have clawed through pain ignored by systems, dismissed by the people who were meant to protect me. I am unpredictable because trauma does not follow rules, because fire does not stay still. Because I have had to learn to survive in a world that refused to see me. They see a flash of my anger and call it hostility. They see a wall of defence and call it stubbornness. They see me rise from ashes and call it too much. I have been a child in care I have been beaten to my last breath. I have grown up in a system that could not see the truth because it chose its own story over reality. I have lived in the cracks of assumptions and survived the spaces they said I could not. I have carried every failure inflicted on me, every injustice ignored, and I am still here. So yes, I am defensive. Yes, I am aggressive. Yes, I am unpredictable. But these labels are not the fire in my chest. They are not the strength in my hands. They are not the love I carry for my child, nor the loyalty I hold for those who truly saved me. I am fire. I am survival. I am the voice that refused to be silenced. I am the truth they could not erase. I am rise. I am rise. I am rise. — Anonymous _Flame 🔥

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Mar 3

Mar 3, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

Labels Dont Define Me by Anonymous _Flame

They call me defensive. They call me aggressive. They call me unpredictable. As if survival is a crime. As if standing for my truth is hostility. As if refusing to be small is chaos. I am defensive because every hand that should have held me hit me instead. Because every voice that should have loved me spoke betrayal and silence. I am aggressive because I have fought to breathe when the world pressed me to my last gasp. Because I have clawed through pain ignored by systems, dismissed by the people who were meant to protect me. I am unpredictable because trauma does not follow rules, because fire does not stay still. Because I have had to learn to survive in a world that refused to see me. They see a flash of my anger and call it hostility. They see a wall of defence and call it stubbornness. They see me rise from ashes and call it too much. I have been a child in care I have been beaten to my last breath. I have grown up in a system that could not see the truth because it chose its own story over reality. I have lived in the cracks of assumptions and survived the spaces they said I could not. I have carried every failure inflicted on me, every injustice ignored, and I am still here. So yes, I am defensive. Yes, I am aggressive. Yes, I am unpredictable. But these labels are not the fire in my chest. They are not the strength in my hands. They are not the love I carry for my child, nor the loyalty I hold for those who truly saved me. I am fire. I am survival. I am the voice that refused to be silenced. I am the truth they could not erase. I am rise. I am rise. I am rise. — Anonymous _Flame 🔥

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You picked the wrong house to try and make an example of. Our dogs bark when we’re out — and suddenly you’re street patrol, noise control, self-appointed council role. But every night your doorstep’s a carousel — trainers on gravel, hoods pulled low, hands moving quiet but not subtle. Funny how your ears work selectively. You can hear a bark through two walls but not deals through your own front door. Selective outrage must be convenient. Because across the road your front garden turned fight night — grown women swinging pride, rolling in the grass, dignity spilling faster than their arguments. And somehow my dogs are the disruption? Let’s talk disruption. We don’t shout. We don’t host traffic. We don’t turn pavements into performance art. We don’t draw drama to our doorstep like it’s décor. We keep to ourselves. Not because we’re weak — because we’ve already survived too much noise. You see quiet and think push-over. You see private and think prey. That’s your mistake. These dogs you moan about? They stood by us when stability was temporary and the streets were colder than neighbourly smiles. They bark because they guard. They bark because they care. They bark because loyalty doesn’t come silent. And you — with your revolving door evenings and your garden gladiator episodes — think we’re the chaos? No. We’re the only house on this street not broadcasting dysfunction. You confuse restraint for fear. You confuse peace for weakness. You confuse our silence for permission. We don’t complain about your nightly kick-offs. We don’t document your drama. We don’t threaten letters. We mind our business. Maybe try it. Because we fought to get off the streets. We fought for this roof. We fought for this stability. And we’re not moving because you need someone quieter than you to feel powerful. If you want order — start at home. If you want silence — check your own volume. If you want to bully someone — find someone who hasn’t already survived worse than you. Wrong house. Wrong people. Wrong assumption. Peaceful does not mean powerless.

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 11:52 AM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

You picked the wrong house to try and make an example of. Our dogs bark when we’re out — and suddenly you’re street patrol, noise control, self-appointed council role. But every night your doorstep’s a carousel — trainers on gravel, hoods pulled low, hands moving quiet but not subtle. Funny how your ears work selectively. You can hear a bark through two walls but not deals through your own front door. Selective outrage must be convenient. Because across the road your front garden turned fight night — grown women swinging pride, rolling in the grass, dignity spilling faster than their arguments. And somehow my dogs are the disruption? Let’s talk disruption. We don’t shout. We don’t host traffic. We don’t turn pavements into performance art. We don’t draw drama to our doorstep like it’s décor. We keep to ourselves. Not because we’re weak — because we’ve already survived too much noise. You see quiet and think push-over. You see private and think prey. That’s your mistake. These dogs you moan about? They stood by us when stability was temporary and the streets were colder than neighbourly smiles. They bark because they guard. They bark because they care. They bark because loyalty doesn’t come silent. And you — with your revolving door evenings and your garden gladiator episodes — think we’re the chaos? No. We’re the only house on this street not broadcasting dysfunction. You confuse restraint for fear. You confuse peace for weakness. You confuse our silence for permission. We don’t complain about your nightly kick-offs. We don’t document your drama. We don’t threaten letters. We mind our business. Maybe try it. Because we fought to get off the streets. We fought for this roof. We fought for this stability. And we’re not moving because you need someone quieter than you to feel powerful. If you want order — start at home. If you want silence — check your own volume. If you want to bully someone — find someone who hasn’t already survived worse than you. Wrong house. Wrong people. Wrong assumption. Peaceful does not mean powerless.

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You ever notice how the most ignorant voice is always the most confident? You heard a fragment — a breath between two words — and built a villain out of your own projection. That’s not perception. That’s insecurity with a microphone. You weren’t part of the conversation. You weren’t part of the context. You weren’t part of the history. But you forced yourself into the narrative like a side character desperate for screen time. Gobby mouth. Empty head. Full performance. You don’t want truth — you want attention. You don’t want clarity — you want confrontation. Because if you weren’t stirring chaos, you’d have to sit alone with your own thoughts. And that’s scarier, isn’t it? You accuse me? Based on what — the version of the story you invented to feel relevant? You call names like you’re handing out diagnoses with no degree and no depth. Meanwhile, I’m over here managing a brain that’s survived things you couldn’t pronounce. Complex trauma isn’t loud. It’s calculated. Controlled. Contained. The fact I didn’t erupt when you kicked off? That wasn’t weakness. That was discipline. Because people like me have had to master restraint just to stay alive. You think you “caught me out”? No. You caught yourself revealing how little it takes for you to show your worst side. You heard half a sentence and ran with it like it validated your boredom. And let’s be honest — that’s what this is. Boredom. No depth. No insight. Just hunger for drama to distract from your own emptiness. You want to know what’s ruthless? The fact I don’t need to raise my voice to dismantle yours. The fact I don’t need an audience to know who I am. The fact that while you’re eavesdropping, I’m evolving. While you’re reacting, I’m regulating. While you’re kicking off, I’m calculating. And the scariest thing for someone like you is a person like me who doesn’t break under noise. So keep talking. Every accusation without evidence is just you advertising your own lack of substance. You don’t know me. You never did. And next time you feel bold enough to insert yourself into a conversation you barely understood— Ask yourself: Are you seeking truth? Or are you just desperate to be heard because no one’s listening when you speak about your own life? That’s the difference. You’re loud. I’m layered. And layered people don’t need to scream to be powerful.

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

Audacity Is Not Authority

You ever notice how the most ignorant voice is always the most confident? You heard a fragment — a breath between two words — and built a villain out of your own projection. That’s not perception. That’s insecurity with a microphone. You weren’t part of the conversation. You weren’t part of the context. You weren’t part of the history. But you forced yourself into the narrative like a side character desperate for screen time. Gobby mouth. Empty head. Full performance. You don’t want truth — you want attention. You don’t want clarity — you want confrontation. Because if you weren’t stirring chaos, you’d have to sit alone with your own thoughts. And that’s scarier, isn’t it? You accuse me? Based on what — the version of the story you invented to feel relevant? You call names like you’re handing out diagnoses with no degree and no depth. Meanwhile, I’m over here managing a brain that’s survived things you couldn’t pronounce. Complex trauma isn’t loud. It’s calculated. Controlled. Contained. The fact I didn’t erupt when you kicked off? That wasn’t weakness. That was discipline. Because people like me have had to master restraint just to stay alive. You think you “caught me out”? No. You caught yourself revealing how little it takes for you to show your worst side. You heard half a sentence and ran with it like it validated your boredom. And let’s be honest — that’s what this is. Boredom. No depth. No insight. Just hunger for drama to distract from your own emptiness. You want to know what’s ruthless? The fact I don’t need to raise my voice to dismantle yours. The fact I don’t need an audience to know who I am. The fact that while you’re eavesdropping, I’m evolving. While you’re reacting, I’m regulating. While you’re kicking off, I’m calculating. And the scariest thing for someone like you is a person like me who doesn’t break under noise. So keep talking. Every accusation without evidence is just you advertising your own lack of substance. You don’t know me. You never did. And next time you feel bold enough to insert yourself into a conversation you barely understood— Ask yourself: Are you seeking truth? Or are you just desperate to be heard because no one’s listening when you speak about your own life? That’s the difference. You’re loud. I’m layered. And layered people don’t need to scream to be powerful.

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She is not the reflection they painted, nor the role they assigned. She is the breath of the earth, the roots and the bloom, both soft and unyielding. She carries worlds within her— and owes nothing to anyone.

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Jan 10, 2025

Jan 10, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC

SoulPhelan_Unbound

She is not the reflection they painted, nor the role they assigned. She is the breath of the earth, the roots and the bloom, both soft and unyielding. She carries worlds within her— and owes nothing to anyone.

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Now It Seems That Some Heads... REALLY... DON’T GET IT... !?! The UNAPOLOGETIC... Sometimes DESERVE... .... REAL CREDIT... !!!!!! For Simply NOT ACCEPTING... !!! Those Who Start Injecting... A Need For THEIR Directives... To Fulfil THEIR Objectives... !!! Whilst Leaving Theirs... .... UNPROTECTED.... !!! SHATTERED And Yes SHREDDED... !!! So The UNAPOLOGETIC... Are NOT Part of Collectives... Whose Movements Are PATHETIC... !!! SUBMISSIVE Or INJECTED... By Vaccines Now Suggested... To Be What'll Give Protection... Against This Virus Spreading... That’s Caused Corona Infections... !!! Now DON'T Think That I’m Saying... That Such Actions Are... RIGHT... !!! But Something Odd Is Playing... In... Unapologetic Minds... !!! As They’ve Done At Various Times... Throughout My Years of Life... !!! Because..... They STOOD TOUGH... !!! In The Face of Mugs... Who Were Quick To Run... Into... SUBMISSION... For Those In Governments... Who... DON’T Apologise... ?!? For How They Choose To LIE... And Tie Up... Peoples Lives... !?! Because APOLOGIES... Are NOT Part of Their Policies... When It Comes To Deals... That Make THEM MONEY... !!! Whilst Their Supporters Are Left... ... STARVING HUNGRY... !!!!! It’s A Thing So DREAD... That It Now INFECTS... ... Submissive Heads... !!! Who Choose To Believe... In Those Who Deceive... And Claim To Lead... These... GREAT Countries... !!! Who Take CENTURIES... To Make... APOLOGIES... !!!!! For INDULGING In Things... Like.... SLAVERY.... !?! So To Be... UNAPOLOGETIC... !!! ISN'T Always As Good... As It May Seem... !!! So Sometimes Needs... ..... CORRECTING..... !!! When It Deals In BAD Deeds... !!! That Then Are Claimed... By Those In The Frame... To Be... “ OKAY “... !!! Because of Gains... That Have Put In Place... The Chains of Today... That Come From Reigns... of... Enslavement Campaigns... !!! However Those I CREDIT... With The Type of Ethics... That Have Proven To Be... ... UNAPOLOGETIC... !!! In... POSITIVE Ways... !!! Are Those Who Choose To BREAK... The Chains That ENSLAVE... How It Is That They Think... And Then In Turn... Behave... So Are The Type of Names... Who DESERVE MORE FAME... Than SUBMISSIVE Slaves... !!!! Because It Takes A LOT of ***** !!! To... TRULY STAND TALL... And Walk Your Own Walk... Whilst Running BIG TALK... !!! When The Masses Make The Call... For It To Be... Cut Short... !!! These Heads Face Pitfalls... And ABUSE of ALL SORTS... Until SUB-MISSIVES FIND... That These People Were RIGHT... !!! To Stand By Their Beliefs... .... UNAPOLOGETICALLY.... !!! You See This Piece of Poetry... Speaks On Something VERY DEEP... !!! It’s Asking... WHAT You ARE... One of The SHEOPLE’ Class... ? Or Do You CHOOSE Your Path... NO MATTER What It Charts... !?! Because You WON'T CONCEDE... Due To... DIFFICULTIES... Or Other Peoples Speech... That Suggests That You Are WEAK... !!! Because..... You’re NOT How THEY BE... !!! THIS Piece of Poetry... Is One That Speaks... On A Subject That’s... ... REAL DEEP... !!! Because... In This New Age of Technology... There’ll Be Things... That’ll Make NO APOLOGY... !!! For... How They Deal... With Human Beings... !!! And... In Society... Now INCREASINGLY... !!! What We Now See... Are... Policies... And People Who Lead... In Ways That Are YES... .... UNAPOLOGETIC.... In... What They Say... HAS TO BE The Way... !!! That People MOVE... !!!! Are These Words NOT TRUE... ? The Answer Is CLEARLY... ..... Down To YOU..... !!! But THINK It Through... BEFORE You Say... It’s Cool... If You Know DEEP Down... !!! You DON'T Believe That’s True... It’s TRUE That I’m A Dude... Who Holds Very Strong Views... !!! That... MANY Would Say... Are CONTROVERSIAL Too... !!! When I Merely Relay... MY VERSION of The TRUTH... !!! And Would Rather Be A Name... Who Someday Gained Fame... For The Use of MY BRAIN... !!! In Ways That Displayed... That I Was UNACCEPTING... of... EVERY New Thing... That Has Been Presented... To Be What Was RIGHT... For Me To Live MY LIFE... In Ways That I WANTED TOO... !!! Because I Think... ... TOO MANY CHOOSE... To ACT Like Everything’s Cool... And To Then Become Submissive... To A Way of Life... "Restricted"... That Much Like Today's Thinking... Is Basically PATHETIC... That’s Right This Poem’s Said It... !!! Because I’m... Not From These Collectives... Who Seem Happy To Be Subjected... To Having Their Thoughts SELECTED... By Fascists Or These Leftists... !!! I’d Rather Be Accepted... By.... ... The UNAPOLOGETIC... !!!

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Sep 22, 2021

Sep 22, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC

“The Unapologetic” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 23/11/2020

Now It Seems That Some Heads... REALLY... DON’T GET IT... !?! The UNAPOLOGETIC... Sometimes DESERVE... .... REAL CREDIT... !!!!!! For Simply NOT ACCEPTING... !!! Those Who Start Injecting... A Need For THEIR Directives... To Fulfil THEIR Objectives... !!! Whilst Leaving Theirs... .... UNPROTECTED.... !!! SHATTERED And Yes SHREDDED... !!! So The UNAPOLOGETIC... Are NOT Part of Collectives... Whose Movements Are PATHETIC... !!! SUBMISSIVE Or INJECTED... By Vaccines Now Suggested... To Be What'll Give Protection... Against This Virus Spreading... That’s Caused Corona Infections... !!! Now DON'T Think That I’m Saying... That Such Actions Are... RIGHT... !!! But Something Odd Is Playing... In... Unapologetic Minds... !!! As They’ve Done At Various Times... Throughout My Years of Life... !!! Because..... They STOOD TOUGH... !!! In The Face of Mugs... Who Were Quick To Run... Into... SUBMISSION... For Those In Governments... Who... DON’T Apologise... ?!? For How They Choose To LIE... And Tie Up... Peoples Lives... !?! Because APOLOGIES... Are NOT Part of Their Policies... When It Comes To Deals... That Make THEM MONEY... !!! Whilst Their Supporters Are Left... ... STARVING HUNGRY... !!!!! It’s A Thing So DREAD... That It Now INFECTS... ... Submissive Heads... !!! Who Choose To Believe... In Those Who Deceive... And Claim To Lead... These... GREAT Countries... !!! Who Take CENTURIES... To Make... APOLOGIES... !!!!! For INDULGING In Things... Like.... SLAVERY.... !?! So To Be... UNAPOLOGETIC... !!! ISN'T Always As Good... As It May Seem... !!! So Sometimes Needs... ..... CORRECTING..... !!! When It Deals In BAD Deeds... !!! That Then Are Claimed... By Those In The Frame... To Be... “ OKAY “... !!! Because of Gains... That Have Put In Place... The Chains of Today... That Come From Reigns... of... Enslavement Campaigns... !!! However Those I CREDIT... With The Type of Ethics... That Have Proven To Be... ... UNAPOLOGETIC... !!! In... POSITIVE Ways... !!! Are Those Who Choose To BREAK... The Chains That ENSLAVE... How It Is That They Think... And Then In Turn... Behave... So Are The Type of Names... Who DESERVE MORE FAME... Than SUBMISSIVE Slaves... !!!! Because It Takes A LOT of ***** !!! To... TRULY STAND TALL... And Walk Your Own Walk... Whilst Running BIG TALK... !!! When The Masses Make The Call... For It To Be... Cut Short... !!! These Heads Face Pitfalls... And ABUSE of ALL SORTS... Until SUB-MISSIVES FIND... That These People Were RIGHT... !!! To Stand By Their Beliefs... .... UNAPOLOGETICALLY.... !!! You See This Piece of Poetry... Speaks On Something VERY DEEP... !!! It’s Asking... WHAT You ARE... One of The SHEOPLE’ Class... ? Or Do You CHOOSE Your Path... NO MATTER What It Charts... !?! Because You WON'T CONCEDE... Due To... DIFFICULTIES... Or Other Peoples Speech... That Suggests That You Are WEAK... !!! Because..... You’re NOT How THEY BE... !!! THIS Piece of Poetry... Is One That Speaks... On A Subject That’s... ... REAL DEEP... !!! Because... In This New Age of Technology... There’ll Be Things... That’ll Make NO APOLOGY... !!! For... How They Deal... With Human Beings... !!! And... In Society... Now INCREASINGLY... !!! What We Now See... Are... Policies... And People Who Lead... In Ways That Are YES... .... UNAPOLOGETIC.... In... What They Say... HAS TO BE The Way... !!! That People MOVE... !!!! Are These Words NOT TRUE... ? The Answer Is CLEARLY... ..... Down To YOU..... !!! But THINK It Through... BEFORE You Say... It’s Cool... If You Know DEEP Down... !!! You DON'T Believe That’s True... It’s TRUE That I’m A Dude... Who Holds Very Strong Views... !!! That... MANY Would Say... Are CONTROVERSIAL Too... !!! When I Merely Relay... MY VERSION of The TRUTH... !!! And Would Rather Be A Name... Who Someday Gained Fame... For The Use of MY BRAIN... !!! In Ways That Displayed... That I Was UNACCEPTING... of... EVERY New Thing... That Has Been Presented... To Be What Was RIGHT... For Me To Live MY LIFE... In Ways That I WANTED TOO... !!! Because I Think... ... TOO MANY CHOOSE... To ACT Like Everything’s Cool... And To Then Become Submissive... To A Way of Life... "Restricted"... That Much Like Today's Thinking... Is Basically PATHETIC... That’s Right This Poem’s Said It... !!! Because I’m... Not From These Collectives... Who Seem Happy To Be Subjected... To Having Their Thoughts SELECTED... By Fascists Or These Leftists... !!! I’d Rather Be Accepted... By.... ... The UNAPOLOGETIC... !!!

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I cannot apologise for my G cup ******* and touching thighs I cannot apologise for my mental illness diagnosis and my broken promises I cannot apologise for wanting to commit suicide You would too if you lived my life I cannot apologise for my G cup ******* and touching thighs Let me make just one thing clear You will find no apology here

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Apr 19, 2021

Apr 19, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC

BeckieDandThePoetry

I cannot apologise for my G cup ******* and touching thighs I cannot apologise for my mental illness diagnosis and my broken promises I cannot apologise for wanting to commit suicide You would too if you lived my life I cannot apologise for my G cup ******* and touching thighs Let me make just one thing clear You will find no apology here

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Saying sorry is the hardest word to say in the english language. Saying sorry is a humbling experience. Saying sorry takes courage. Saying sorry requires your own feelings to take a back seat. I hate the word sorry. At least I hate saying it. I want to erase it from my vocabulary. I say it too much. I tend to apologize when it’s not entirely my fault. I usually say sorry when I want to “save” a relationship. Or at least try to make it better. And it’s not even romantic relationships. It’s friendships, family, etc. I felt like saying sorry would change things. I felt like that maybe if they saw me put forth the effort to make it work then they would too. I thought that if I said sorry that they would say sorry too. I was wrong. Every time I said sorry no one said it back. I took responsibility for my actions, why weren’t they taking responsibilities for theirs? I know I was in the wrong, but I wasn’t the ONLY one in the wrong. Why am I always the one to take the blame? I thought saying sorry was supposed to make me feel better. Why do I feel worse? I’m tired of being the only one who is sorry. I want to live my life unapologetic. From now on the only thing I’m sorry for is not being sorry. Sorry not sorry.

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Aug 15, 2020

Aug 15, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC

thatgirlwhowritespoems

Saying sorry is the hardest word to say in the english language. Saying sorry is a humbling experience. Saying sorry takes courage. Saying sorry requires your own feelings to take a back seat. I hate the word sorry. At least I hate saying it. I want to erase it from my vocabulary. I say it too much. I tend to apologize when it’s not entirely my fault. I usually say sorry when I want to “save” a relationship. Or at least try to make it better. And it’s not even romantic relationships. It’s friendships, family, etc. I felt like saying sorry would change things. I felt like that maybe if they saw me put forth the effort to make it work then they would too. I thought that if I said sorry that they would say sorry too. I was wrong. Every time I said sorry no one said it back. I took responsibility for my actions, why weren’t they taking responsibilities for theirs? I know I was in the wrong, but I wasn’t the ONLY one in the wrong. Why am I always the one to take the blame? I thought saying sorry was supposed to make me feel better. Why do I feel worse? I’m tired of being the only one who is sorry. I want to live my life unapologetic. From now on the only thing I’m sorry for is not being sorry. Sorry not sorry.

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I can’t keep giving you this favor you asked for. I can’t keep this promise I made to you. I’m sorry. I’m breaking everything. I’m shattering glass, I’m tearing down walls, And I am unapologetic. I didn’t mean for it to escalate this far, But then again, Here we are. I can’t keep this promise, My skin just wants to break free. I can’t keep giving you this favor, My skin just wants to be against yours. I am ripping your poems to shreds, I am slashing tires to your sweet ride, I am breaking the gazes between us. I am unafraid. I can't keep loving you, This stupid schoolgirl crush. I am walking over our memories, Crushing the seeds you grew in me. I am destroying the thought of you, I am rendering love identical with night. Tears don't stain my eyes, Neither does pain. So don't act surprised. I am dancing again, I am singing once more, And I am not in love. I am the moon once more, I am the sun again, And you aren't the stars. You aren't the reason. You aren't my rhyme. You aren't a poem, Let alone mine. You're just a shell of a man that I once loved. Even then, you're still empty.

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Dec 17, 2019

Dec 17, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC

I can’t keep giving you this favor you asked for. I can’t keep this promise I made to you. I’m sorry. I’m breaking everything. I’m shattering glass, I’m tearing down walls, And I am unapologetic. I didn’t mean for it to escalate this far, But then again, Here we are. I can’t keep this promise, My skin just wants to break free. I can’t keep giving you this favor, My skin just wants to be against yours. I am ripping your poems to shreds, I am slashing tires to your sweet ride, I am breaking the gazes between us. I am unafraid. I can't keep loving you, This stupid schoolgirl crush. I am walking over our memories, Crushing the seeds you grew in me. I am destroying the thought of you, I am rendering love identical with night. Tears don't stain my eyes, Neither does pain. So don't act surprised. I am dancing again, I am singing once more, And I am not in love. I am the moon once more, I am the sun again, And you aren't the stars. You aren't the reason. You aren't my rhyme. You aren't a poem, Let alone mine. You're just a shell of a man that I once loved. Even then, you're still empty.

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blue peonies the dragonfly swifts in pink lilies landing behind the windowsill green orchids piercing screams the creature exhales one last glance around the empty room the dragonfly flies out a pin drops

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Oct 24, 2019

Oct 24, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC

blue peonies the dragonfly swifts in pink lilies landing behind the windowsill green orchids piercing screams the creature exhales one last glance around the empty room the dragonfly flies out a pin drops

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When you tinker with broken glass You must not complain for getting hurt For so mercilessly, so delicately it cuts

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Mar 11, 2019

Mar 11, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC

When you tinker with broken glass You must not complain for getting hurt For so mercilessly, so delicately it cuts

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I admit I made a mistake But the only one I owe an apology to is myself So there's no reason for you to wait If I said I'm sorry that's not how I felt

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Mar 5, 2019

Mar 5, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC

I admit I made a mistake But the only one I owe an apology to is myself So there's no reason for you to wait If I said I'm sorry that's not how I felt

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her fingers ran like ink across my skin never ceasing to keep flowing we wrote our own stories but one day she left and she took our pen with her ceasing me from ever wanting to write stories again

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC

her fingers ran like ink across my skin never ceasing to keep flowing we wrote our own stories but one day she left and she took our pen with her ceasing me from ever wanting to write stories again

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I am not shy to be a woman. I am not shy to raise my voice. I am not shy to own my body. I am not what others pour their hatred upon me. Oh! So many hurts and slur comments; Labels and taglines your pour on a woman who earn their strip. " Unedited, Raw and Unabashedly" Take me for who I am. You think it is not ladylike to sit or pose. And if you think I care; I don't owe anyone an explanation.

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Dec 16, 2018

Dec 16, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC

I am not shy to be a woman. I am not shy to raise my voice. I am not shy to own my body. I am not what others pour their hatred upon me. Oh! So many hurts and slur comments; Labels and taglines your pour on a woman who earn their strip. " Unedited, Raw and Unabashedly" Take me for who I am. You think it is not ladylike to sit or pose. And if you think I care; I don't owe anyone an explanation.

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In tune with my mind, my body drives I have just grown into myself Focused on goals I made myself Blissfully unaware of how the world around me thrives For comfort I seek In myself I believe But, hard my goals drive The driving force behind it all on the inside And on the outside, I appear meek But, push that aside, For in my veins flow strength and power And roaring fire A burning desire Building oh so fervently My glorious empire So, I stand tall.

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC

In tune with my mind, my body drives I have just grown into myself Focused on goals I made myself Blissfully unaware of how the world around me thrives For comfort I seek In myself I believe But, hard my goals drive The driving force behind it all on the inside And on the outside, I appear meek But, push that aside, For in my veins flow strength and power And roaring fire A burning desire Building oh so fervently My glorious empire So, I stand tall.

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Once mingled, free-floating piano tunes and sun-harshed highway could be a match. The Light Rail took its time on the causeway, I am a passenger, safely guarded from the unapologetic summerness like tourists from the safari park. I am a outrageous punk, perching onto handrails lost in his romantic dream of an impossible summer. Romeo and Juliet in my hand. Vehicle garages rusting along palm trees lined railway. This is Yuen Long. This is the outskirts with gated dogs with feral barks, this is a compromise between bungalows and nature. Piano symphonies morphed into eighties tunes in the Call Me By Your Name soundtrack album, and the eighties synths draws the archived mystics, out from avenues that leads to villas similar to those I have sojourned. And the world as I see it, it is beautiful.

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC

patrioticaestheticist

Unapologetic summerness.

Once mingled, free-floating piano tunes and sun-harshed highway could be a match. The Light Rail took its time on the causeway, I am a passenger, safely guarded from the unapologetic summerness like tourists from the safari park. I am a outrageous punk, perching onto handrails lost in his romantic dream of an impossible summer. Romeo and Juliet in my hand. Vehicle garages rusting along palm trees lined railway. This is Yuen Long. This is the outskirts with gated dogs with feral barks, this is a compromise between bungalows and nature. Piano symphonies morphed into eighties tunes in the Call Me By Your Name soundtrack album, and the eighties synths draws the archived mystics, out from avenues that leads to villas similar to those I have sojourned. And the world as I see it, it is beautiful.

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My tolerance for pain is high My tolerance for people is low Life keeps going overwhelmingly too fast When all I ever grew up with was slow I hated myself for being different Yet I couldn't force myself to change To fit their mould and expectations I didn't want to be just the same I felt guilty for wanting different No one told me it was okay I find it difficult to allow myself To ignore what people have to say I'm afraid of judging eyes Critical minds and shallow mouths That judge how they see it Or what other people have found Slowly I am learning That being myself is okay I'm allowed to, I'll try to be Unapologetically me, everyday

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Oct 25, 2018

Oct 25, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC

celestinus_eclipse

My tolerance for pain is high My tolerance for people is low Life keeps going overwhelmingly too fast When all I ever grew up with was slow I hated myself for being different Yet I couldn't force myself to change To fit their mould and expectations I didn't want to be just the same I felt guilty for wanting different No one told me it was okay I find it difficult to allow myself To ignore what people have to say I'm afraid of judging eyes Critical minds and shallow mouths That judge how they see it Or what other people have found Slowly I am learning That being myself is okay I'm allowed to, I'll try to be Unapologetically me, everyday

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Being black Being LGBTQ Being muslim Just being me Or you just being you We’re all supposed to be on the same team At least in my head But some people are close minded And want to see some of our teammates dead Here’s something Jermine Hodge, a young black man said “I’m just like you a human red blood Emotions a moving figure Why should you treat me Like I’m about to pull the trigger?” Over the centuries blacks have been discriminated Because of the color of their skin Causing a whole population of HUMANS to become sadder But at the end of the day we all bleed the same color So why should what’s on the outside even matter? Being black, that automatically means you deal drugs And all the homies you hangout with, they’re just a bunch of thugs Who play with guns and are thieves Who gets chicks knocked up with their baby and then just leaves Black people are the ones who walk around with sagging pants The ones who get bullied by the police over “suspected suspicion” and not remaining a “proper stance” If they walk around in the wrong neighborhood it gives that scared white woman a good reason to dial But really it’s just a good opportunity to flash the blue lights and racially profile. People say brown kids were born to end war between the two races But people who are racist at heart, won’t stop their cruel ways just because they see more brown faces I don’t experience racism? That’s what they think But I’ve gotten called the N word ‘cause My skin isn’t like milk, it’s kinda like a mixed drink And being gay? Nope “that’s a sin” God forbid us to love who WE wanted but little did he know love always wins If you’re a man in love with a man, You’re obsessed with fashion and have a high pitched voice You see? We didn’t ask you we just insisted without giving any other choice. And you’re a lesbian if you have tattoos, piercings and short hair And act like you have nothing to lose If you are in love with the same gender you don’t love god! Imagine what it’s like to be in his shoes! You can’t judge someone because of who they identify as or who they love If it’s not affecting your life, it’s not something you should be concerned of Now, Muslims. I guess they’re all terrorists huh? But I guess we judge an entire nation of people Based off of a few unfortunate attacks and call out the whole religion. DUH If you’re wearing a Burqa or Hijab you get judged and looked at because you’re an assumed terrorist Yes 9/11 was a tragic day but we can’t blame all Muslims because of it People will criticize no matter what But I can tell you what one of society’s errors is The muslim that sleeps in my house every single night IS NOT A GOD **** TERRORIST White people get looked at as the racists ones But I can tell you that this stereotype isn’t true Because my white mom has many brown daughters and sons And my white grandmother on my dads side has 21 children 18 of them being adopted black kids, she took them all in because they were so beautiful and held her heart captive. Negrophobia, Xenophobia, Homophobia, and Racism These are all made up things for glamorizing human criticism. The point of this poem was to debunk what stereotypes do Also to remember never let lies and other people’s beliefs stop you from being unapologetically you

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC

stop stereotyping

Being black Being LGBTQ Being muslim Just being me Or you just being you We’re all supposed to be on the same team At least in my head But some people are close minded And want to see some of our teammates dead Here’s something Jermine Hodge, a young black man said “I’m just like you a human red blood Emotions a moving figure Why should you treat me Like I’m about to pull the trigger?” Over the centuries blacks have been discriminated Because of the color of their skin Causing a whole population of HUMANS to become sadder But at the end of the day we all bleed the same color So why should what’s on the outside even matter? Being black, that automatically means you deal drugs And all the homies you hangout with, they’re just a bunch of thugs Who play with guns and are thieves Who gets chicks knocked up with their baby and then just leaves Black people are the ones who walk around with sagging pants The ones who get bullied by the police over “suspected suspicion” and not remaining a “proper stance” If they walk around in the wrong neighborhood it gives that scared white woman a good reason to dial But really it’s just a good opportunity to flash the blue lights and racially profile. People say brown kids were born to end war between the two races But people who are racist at heart, won’t stop their cruel ways just because they see more brown faces I don’t experience racism? That’s what they think But I’ve gotten called the N word ‘cause My skin isn’t like milk, it’s kinda like a mixed drink And being gay? Nope “that’s a sin” God forbid us to love who WE wanted but little did he know love always wins If you’re a man in love with a man, You’re obsessed with fashion and have a high pitched voice You see? We didn’t ask you we just insisted without giving any other choice. And you’re a lesbian if you have tattoos, piercings and short hair And act like you have nothing to lose If you are in love with the same gender you don’t love god! Imagine what it’s like to be in his shoes! You can’t judge someone because of who they identify as or who they love If it’s not affecting your life, it’s not something you should be concerned of Now, Muslims. I guess they’re all terrorists huh? But I guess we judge an entire nation of people Based off of a few unfortunate attacks and call out the whole religion. DUH If you’re wearing a Burqa or Hijab you get judged and looked at because you’re an assumed terrorist Yes 9/11 was a tragic day but we can’t blame all Muslims because of it People will criticize no matter what But I can tell you what one of society’s errors is The muslim that sleeps in my house every single night IS NOT A GOD **** TERRORIST White people get looked at as the racists ones But I can tell you that this stereotype isn’t true Because my white mom has many brown daughters and sons And my white grandmother on my dads side has 21 children 18 of them being adopted black kids, she took them all in because they were so beautiful and held her heart captive. Negrophobia, Xenophobia, Homophobia, and Racism These are all made up things for glamorizing human criticism. The point of this poem was to debunk what stereotypes do Also to remember never let lies and other people’s beliefs stop you from being unapologetically you

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She's extremely passionate, but lacks any sentiments of compassion and empathy. She's unapologetic, lacking all remorseful entities.. But at the same time she is so delicately fragile that underneath of it all, she bears no substantial amount of self worth.

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Jul 26, 2018

Jul 26, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC

She's extremely passionate, but lacks any sentiments of compassion and empathy. She's unapologetic, lacking all remorseful entities.. But at the same time she is so delicately fragile that underneath of it all, she bears no substantial amount of self worth.

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Whiskers is a word that changes after love making with a man Hands that hold, not touch Scratchy lips, hands on my hips. Whiskers, like the warmest blanket, the safest harness, keep me honest. If I have this with a woman, she would make me godless. Venom gets me off a tingle, like fanning singles at a stage It proxies my craving, drains my savings. Whiskers can't be heard the same. I meet a man. He hungers for my frame. Drinks me like a bottle from the top shelf. He had me on the rocks. I'm not used to bodies that aren't soft. Show me hands that touch, rough with callouses I'm learning. I'm still teething I'm seeing. Fire flickers in my belly. Men feel different. I like it. He's safe. I'm empty. I stop bleeding for blank canvases. He holds me on his shoulders like Atlas. I needed a foundation. Instead of chasing strangers I'm being taken by a man who knows the finer flavors. This is the way I'm meant to be. I can taste it.

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC

Whiskers - Edited by "GOOD FAT"

Whiskers is a word that changes after love making with a man Hands that hold, not touch Scratchy lips, hands on my hips. Whiskers, like the warmest blanket, the safest harness, keep me honest. If I have this with a woman, she would make me godless. Venom gets me off a tingle, like fanning singles at a stage It proxies my craving, drains my savings. Whiskers can't be heard the same. I meet a man. He hungers for my frame. Drinks me like a bottle from the top shelf. He had me on the rocks. I'm not used to bodies that aren't soft. Show me hands that touch, rough with callouses I'm learning. I'm still teething I'm seeing. Fire flickers in my belly. Men feel different. I like it. He's safe. I'm empty. I stop bleeding for blank canvases. He holds me on his shoulders like Atlas. I needed a foundation. Instead of chasing strangers I'm being taken by a man who knows the finer flavors. This is the way I'm meant to be. I can taste it.

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