Sensual experiences for a sensitive girl
Plagued by existence, chained to this world
Pretending to sleep to escape the expectations
Pretending to eat to escape the accusations
And so it repeats
Each day the need grows stronger,
passion is lost in corporate fodder.
I lack the commitment to carry on,
Yet I lack the wealth to ponder not.
Damn the economy, the wars, the taxes
Damn the expectations, the stares, the fake friendly passes.
Damn this brain with emotions untethered -
Damn this tongue wielding weapons far better.
Grossly engulfed in love, maybe so
Still enslaved to depression ever so tightly though.
When will the sunlight feel warm without another's presence?
When will my heart sing for my own solitary pleasure?
The clock ticks on, unyielding in its cruelty
But even as time passes me by, I am left in a state of stationary.
Sensual experiences for a sensitive girl
Owned by her mind, unable to truly appreciate this world.
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Incongruity
PuisiThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
