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Rose and Miranda
These next few poems come from an unfinished manuscript I was working on for a book collaboration. It was supposed to be an erotica book of poetry. These poems were written back in 2020 and in honesty these poems felt so sensual and vulnerable for me to write. However I was able to take my own emotions I felt from periods in my life ( i'd like to disclose I am not deaf and I don't even come close to understanding what that's like but the character rose in this is) I wanted to give conversation and spark emotions as I feel it's still new to create disversity in writing. I used the experience in my life when I felt like the person I was trying to connect with wouldn't even truly connect on a level for us both. It wasn't until I started to explore my own sexuality when I realized there is so much more out there. There is depth and unknown that tastes so sweet. These poems unlocked a part of me I haven't expressed in a while. I absolutely am in love with these pieces and I really hope you love them too. I am completely open to criticism and if this has hit any emotions that feel icky I would love to be educated. I want to evolve and this is my way of opening that door. Thank you for reading!
My Pussy hair is not your concern
This is from a collection called "My pussy hair is not your concern", its one of my favorite poems and I believe I wrote this back in 2017/2018. I was tired of hearing that women had to be bare skin to please men. So this is where the poem was inspired. I shared this peom twice at two different events years apart and I always get the best reactions. I hope you love this poem as much as I do, please leave hearts, and any feed back in the comments below!! They help in the process and it's free for you! If you would like to donate or if subscribe these are options as well. Thank you in advance and I hope you enjoy!
Pocket full of Poetry🖤
Poetry has always been a space I have explored since I was a young writer in school. I would bring my journals to class and share some pieces with my friends. Once I wrote a poem expressing my emotions about my biological sister and shared it with my class. This did not go well at all! I was sent to the guidance counselor who called my adopted parents! My adopted mother was never supportive when it came to my writing in any sense. She was upset I wa expressing the things she fought to keep hidden. For some time I stopped writing; I however took back my love for this safe expressive space when I was in my early 20s. In my mid 20s I stepped out and started sharing my work. This lead to many open mic nights, and a few events here and there (prior to the pandemic).
When I first started my journey on here I imagined it would go a lot differently. Entirely different than it has if I am honest. I had set my expectations high for myself when I first started writing on here. My mental health was in a completely different space when I first started! I have struggled this mountain. I've had to take a few stops along the way, detoured courses that haven't been working for me. Ran in a circle in search of support just to be reminded that was never the place I was meant to be in. I wanted this space to be a place I could share my poetry, journey through life, random thoughts!
Times up, what are we waiting for?
I am inhaling a deep breathe of air right now as I self sooth my anxiety. Life is so whirling, does that even make sense? We have all this life in front of us, and yet do we? Time is definitely an illusion if you ask my opinion however something on the surface of my subconscious tells me otherwise. That time is real and in fact it's running out quicker than we could even imagine. How sad is this idea that we have all the time in the world, and yet none at all? What do we do with it all? Create a facade until our show is out? Hmm. I don't like this. I drown myself in the social media world just to find myself empty. Watching the world from my personal perspective I see so many people running around, wandering in between two worlds and no one can even figure out which they want to belong to.
I know, I'm sorry. It's been 3 months since I last submitted anything. Three months since I touched my fingers to this keyboard. This year hasn't been easy you guys. I keep fighting against these waves that crash towards me and I swear these currents will not take me! Life is hard, I know you guys know what I mean. While life can be a whole shit show, this year has been transforming me into a completely different person. I had some fucked up shit happen, faced demons in people, places and myself. I want to tell you about something I started doing months ago, maybe its been years. This year however, this year has changed me. I'm scared still, but that fear is giving me the drive to run the opposite direction of the path I've been taking. A path where I put myself first, where I stop caring or people pleasing. Why do we do this? I can probably tell you a little bit about why, that'll take time though and I can't completely give you the answers. However I can share with you my experience. My experience with something I'd like to share with you all called "shadow work." Before proceeding I want to just take note that somethings in this article, (read.. whatever you want to call this) could be triggering. Please read with caution and practice self care after reading this! It's important to care for our selves in any moments of heavy emotional topics. I will be talking about mental health, childhood traumas and well, we will see where this goes? I am kind of just free flowing my thoughts for now. So grab your coffee, tea, maybe light a joint or take a dab and let's chat?