"concent" poems
In my sea of confusion
my attraction towards you
in an island of concent
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Yes it's true, our love is so very young
still though, my body longers for you near.
For Cupid has shot his quiver arrow and has stung.
I fear I have feelings, I just can not bear.
My heart , still dallies with my innocencence
Yet, so I wish to still lose my Virginaty
My mouth just will not give concent
no concent, cause of immaturity?
Even though I just cann't give my concent,
For sure, my young heart would be in pure bliss
though I still long to lose my innocences,
from the start, I've wanted more than a kiss
my innocence override my passion,
love nor *** shat ruin my purity.
P.L.M (12-14-92)
P.L.M
English Period: F (12-14-92)
Placed upon my pillow on 12-15-92 and still to this day we are still joined as one!
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
My shoulder is damp.
It's been a rough week.
"College is tough kids"
Too bad they never told us it was never the work.
College is tough.
Because people are tough.
Because my friends sob every night because some
*******
Thought she was his God given right.
In the span of three months 3 of my friends are *****
Yet their cries are an empty echo down the presidential hall.
So instead they cry.
Last night one of them told me,
I let him get close to me... we were friends. Now I'm scared to have guy friends... even you.
So my letter is
Dear ******** Everywhere,
Next time you think about touching a girl without concent, how about you go **** yourself with sandpaper instead.
-The guy losing his friend because you decided her body was your property
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC
Anxiety is a thing that will rob your lungs,
Of your breath of life.
It's a thing that has no heart and,
No compassion for worldly things,
Such as:
Age,
Place,
Or time.
Anxiety is difficult.
One second you may be sitting there fine,
With not a worry in the world...
And then your heart stops.
And proceeds to go a mile a minute,
Without any concent from you.
It takes over and controls you,
Pulls you inside,
Until you are nothing more,
Than a weak membrane,
Within your new surrogate mother.
Anxiety.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
with every smile you do not relize what it takes out of me,
with every wod something is taken away without my concent,
with every waking up in the morning you do not relize the war it induces throughout my thriving viens, throughout my skull,
with every word you say, every word i hear from you, i crumble to pieces, yet to the eye, im perfectly fine,
with every "Are you ok?"
i crumble.
yYou do not relize how much i have screamed for you,
that now my throat is raw,
that now i cannot function as i use to or could i simply never function.
Was it all just one big delusion?
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC