• Insidious

    I’m willing to sacrifice myself
    to prove the truth
    of my words
    of me

    are you willing to do the same?

    lies…
    in time…
    will be uncovered
    and everyone will see

    the scuttling
    ear to ear
    insidiously whispering
    it will be seen

    I have never changed

    eventually they’ll know
    and perhaps remember
    but it will be too…Read More

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    • I think that perhaps the question might be, do they have a conscious to listen to?? Often the conscious is suppressed by the ego of self, and thinking that self is the be all and end all of everything. Hell, it’s even written into the Constitution… ‘the pursuit of happiness’. My happiness versus your happiness. What an “insidious” way to live!!…Read More

      • The idea that one person’s “right or wrong” should apply to all is absolute arrogance. And the thought that disagreement on concept or friend choice should be cause for attack is insane. Differences are what we’re made of, it’s what makes us beautiful as a human ra e, and it’s our greatest strength…if we embrace them with love. To turn on others…Read More

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    Insidious

    I'm willing to sacrifice myself to prove the truth of my words of me   are you willing to do the same?   lies... in time... will be uncovered and everyone will see   the scuttling ear to ear insidiously whispering it will be seen   I have never changed   eventually they'll know and perhaps remember but it will...

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    • Willow I was a target of gossip. A lie was told and the person who started it turn beet red when I confronted her with the person who she accused me of talking about. This poem is a slammer.

      • I try my best to not engage in that sort of interactions. If someone says something negative about someone else, I immediately wonder what they’re saying about me when I’m not there. I don’t know what they gain by it. Once the truth comes out, they look even worse. But they never seem to figure that out until it’s too late. Thank you, Fia

    • The person who whispered lies about me was a bully. Thought they’d always get their way because the mask they wore for everyone else was so attractive. That’s pretty much what I see when I look at the current completely corrupt regime. You know they’re lying because their lips are moving. But the fanatics still follow their premier bully like the blind sycophants they are. When the blinders fall, it’s gonna get ugly. We might just need a bigger bonfire, my friend

    • It’s how you sort the real from the face front friends, unfortunately. I lost a lot of people I thought knew me for me because they listened to lies. In the end, I didn’t need that kind of support. It wasn’t real. I learned a lot from the experience though. Thank you, Elke

    • Retrospect-ivision is the perfect view. Seems like there’s always going to be somebody who has to test the boundaries and write a new reality, one that favors them. That’s our world these days.

  • F*ck the Game

    anyone could tell you
    I was never a raving beauty
    even my family would agree

    too many freckles
    not enough oomph
    that indefinable thing
    (whatever it was)
    that made other girls stunning

    think of them as Barbies
    and me…a paper doll
    not much without all the added extras
    and even they left details…Read More

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    anyone could tell you I was never a raving beauty even my family would agree   too many freckles not enough oomph that indefinable thing (whatever it was) that made other girls stunning   think of them as Barbies and me...a paper doll not much without all the added extras and even...

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    • Willow, you are stating facts. There is no winning “if she is supposed to be better than me” F*em

      • I look back at old photos now and think wtf? I don’t think they can win if we don’t play the game. So I bowed out in favor of just being me. Thank you, Fia

    • Great poem with an honest message. Fuck them all! Bravo!

    • Comparison is the thief of joy.
      Let those that judge lose their joy and you dear Willow keep yours.
      Great write.
      🙏
      P.S. If that avatar is a picture of you, you look more than fine to me.

      • I think if it hadn’t been those closest to me (my cousin not included) doing the comparing and always pointing out my failings, it wouldn’t have been so easy to believe the bullshit. And yes, the avatar is me. Hair colour subject to change without notice, but it always returns to its natural white. Thank you, Peter

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write with layers and layers of depth and honesty my friend. To be honest I was oblivious to flirting or signs of interest from women. My friends would tell me after the fact that so and so was all into me, I laugh about it now, but I just didn’t think women thought of me that way. lol. I didn’t think highly of myself and when subscribing to that way of thought, it left to me blind to possibilities I guess. That was deep. lol. Sorry about the flashback. You’re a beautiful woman and a kindred spirit my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • I lived with my cousin and her family for a year in 8th grade and I remember coming around the corner to her room and hearing her tell her best friend she was afraid her boyfriend would like me better because I was prettier than her. I froze in my tracks in shock. The way society (and family) feeds us such bullshit to tear us down is mind blowing. It wasn’t long after that incident that she told me how she has to play the game. She chose to continue to play the game…on her terms though. I said fuck that and stopped trying. Amazing what we see when we look back through the mirror of time, isn’t it? Thank you, my friend

    • She is a lovely person and she never engaged in the comparison game. She gave me my first ounce of self-affirmation and I’ll be forever grateful to her for seeing what nobody else did. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

    • It took me a lot of years to come into my, as it were. Did modeling in my youth and still didn’t believe in me. Thank you, Gus

    • Hah! I love that version of the chant! I think I’ll keep that one in mind. Thank you, M.E

    • Dear W,

      Fuck yeah!

      Crazy the amount of time we spend on comparisons and standard’s of beauty. I really appreciated this piece for the insightful honesty and realization of standing up to the game. Well done. H🌷

      • My daughter was enjoying this until she reached the section on my cousin’s reality, then she started crying. Reality hit her. There is no way to win, so let’s not play. Thank you, Honoria

  • Not Really Mine…

    as passion spills from my pen…
    I show him what I’ve written
    ask if I should share…
    or keep it hidden

    he quietly demures…
    shakes his head and says…
    he would not censure my words
    that I own my verse

    I smile and sigh
    knowing the truth deep inside
    without him…
    these little love notes…
    would not even be here

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