Written By: D. Collins 4/25/25
I’m anxious about not knowing what’s in store.
Probably because I have never done it before.
I breathe in, breathe out, trying to catch my breath.
It’s about to get chronic, I gaaronetee, you, yeah!
No more early rising or punching the clock.
Walking on the beach I plan to do a lot.
With sand crystals between my toes.
And umbrella drinks lined up in rows.
I can see me now, an OG on fire.
Wearing the fragrance of “Rookie Retired”.
I’m going in not knowing what’s in front of me.
However, it turns out, it’s a 2nd virginity.
The Sea is my lover
the shoreline our bedroom
slowly he takes me to
the Ends of Forever.
Ignoring the jagged rocks he comes calling
cutting himself on the
stones and the shingles.
Arriving breathless, he lifts me
higher
until I crash on the vague
horizon.
And I am left
clinging
to his nebulous shadow
while my salt tears descend
and fill his great
Body.
The Virgin shall be with a child
Bear a son
Shall name Him Immanuel
Mother Mary was brothed to Joseph
They lived together
She was found with a child through the Holy Spirit
Joseph was a righteous man
Unwilling to expose her to shame
Decided to divorce her quietly
Angel appeared in his dream
Joseph, Do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife
It is through the Holy Spirit that the child has been conceived in her
She will bear a Son
You are to name Him” Jesus”
He will save people from their sin
What the Lord has told the prophet
Behold you shall name Him Emmanuel
Means “God is with us”
Written: 3292021
Poetry Form: Haiku
Today I loose my virginity
My friends teasing me please express the tune of your romance.
I grin on them with a smile okay dear laugh
I am nervous that is she Amaze with the arangment what in that point I am thought fully playing holding little finger game by self....
Suddenly a aroma of loban sniff into my nose her hair braided by it she closed my eyes and gave me a peck on to my forehead
Her wrist felt like a melted chocolate with golden butter that with a closed eyes slowly when I open I looked at her
Means of flowers twinkly near the sea tides her neck piece of black pearl give the darkness of shade at day
She wants me to express I hug her feet on my foot so in her eyes I can say that
I love you
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
She was living the best of life in,
The midst of her friends with an,
Angelic voice.
She was admired by everyone with hate.
In the late 1884 to early 1885, she's planned,
To be raped in the name of conference;
Where her parts were partition among her
Evil peers.
She was involved into a gang raped with,
Europe and America, where she lost her,
Virginity instantly, then, some of her parts,
Were called pepper coast, & lion mountain.
She bleeds continuously in the midst,
Of her beauty.
She uses memories to wipe away her blood.
Everyone tuned their backs on her.
Those rapists no longer have time for her,
Illness.
They are all creeping to steal away her,
Beauty.
Before she was raped, she was nicely,
Called the birth place of mankind,
But now, one of her parts is now said,
To be called "The White Men Grave".
©®2021
A.M Ngumbu, Jr.
She heard the footsteps coming
through the dark
While her body buried itself into
the kitchen
But he came and rode on her
lovely smiles
His face covered with excitement
Served her with punches and bitter
kisses
And majestically stripped her off like
a day old baby
She didn't ask for romance neither sex
But he silently pierced her heart with
his words
And crawled through the walls of her beautiful legs
He visited every single corner
Screwed her carelessly like a dirty mechanic
And set the pulses of her skin on fire
Her life was crumbling
Dreams caved ridiculously into a
pit of tears
She was pushed, beaten and tortured against her will
He penetrated and forcibly raped her
Left her eyes opened to swim in a
river of blood
And she became a victim of the
constant flashbacks
This place she did call home
It is not really a home
But a place of constant abuses
And rape is now seen as a new religion
People want to lose their virginity so bad.
No purity.
They go in without any protection.
There’s no security.
They have children just to neglect them
I call that immaturity.
If you just want sex,
Don’t text me.
I don’t play games.
People have tried to subject me
To their lame tactics.
Don’t be the same.
When I was young I cleaned my socks
One got knocked off while making merry
One got lost at the Happy laundry or mat
Somewhere between the bleach and spin recycling
It went missing between innocence and drying
Stop is not a word most understood by laundry aficionados
Like good old souls that get tossed and turned to slow
Rolled up in a ball, socked away with all lost socks
Life is not worth living without clean socks
I'll settle for a pair of dirty
Feet need a match for immortality
I grow old and withered with one contraceptive on
A device, a worn out unholy sock full of holes
Not unlike a donut without a nose
As is my story once it is told
Making many children makes me bitter
Sometimes I get my socks knocked off
But they return to me no matter what
It does not matter much to me
What is one more mouth to feed
One more sock or soul to mend
Feet need security
Or they will be darned forever
Return to me my virginity, my sanity
Lost socks, lost innocence are all the same
Where do they go when they go missing?
Sock heaven or maternity leave?
Socks give me little pleasure
Laundromats give me less
Yesterday I saw you
as the snow flurries died,
spent winds becalmed.
When I saw your solemn face
alone in the crowd,
I felt my heart, so long embalmed,
begin to beat aloud.
Was it another winter,
another day like this?
Was it so long ago?
Where you the rose-cheeked girl
who slapped my face, then stole a kiss?
Was the sky this gray with snow,
my heart so all a-whirl?
How is it in one moment
it was twenty years ago,
lost worlds remade anew?
When your eyes met mine, I knew
you felt it too, as though
we heard the robin's song
and the sky was turning blue.
my pick up lines were:
"if it weren't for you
i'd be a Franciscan monk"
"i'd spoil you like a bunch
of rotten grapes"
"i picked these
nettles just for you"
"how can i
treat you like
a Queen when
you're a princess
to me"
"my dear would
you like
to see my
lint ball
collection"
and so
many many
more until
i met her
and she
laughed
and
laughed
and
laughed
happily
ever
after
stalk, bud to fragrance
beautify the surroundings
as the virgin girl
-December 24, 2018 Chattogram
The pressure was just to intense
She didn't want her innocence
Taken away by someone
She didn't really know or love
All because she felt ashamed
Never playing the sex games
Her friends talk about a lot
Daily she's put on the spot
To lose a piece of childhood
When it doesn't feel good
Being forced to give in
To a stranger is a sin
So whenever her friends start
She finds the morals in her heart
And tells them she will not be
Part of this popularity
If she has to surrender
To this sexual contender
That tears apart young girls souls
Leaving them no longer whole
On a night I feel has been well lived
met is her sweet becoming gaze
that savory ocular innocence
built to shadow her soft, fluid, longing intent
that whispers,
"I am open to you."
And so she calmly is
and with my head
full of rocks and irrelevance
I unconsciously enter
and sigh
Once, again, twice more
our love traces a metronome
So soon does it become
an inhale
exhaled
I lean into her
limbs aside
in a love extension
a vital push through tension
and the small red brook that follows
flows to fill a page
and rest a mind
Virginity, the state of never having had sexual intercourse,
The state of being naïve, innocent, or inexperienced in a particular context,
Thought of as almost congenital awkwardness, a disease,
Sex being something you cannot allow yourself to get, a disease for a girl.
Something to get rid of, a disease for a boy.
Virginity being something sacred and to be cherished,
Sex is exciting, and hot, and almost a prerequisite for your first year of college,
Something sad, something hot, something bad, all of these things and it is-
Virginity, the state of never having had sexual intercourse.
I lost the inner part of me but that doesn't make me worthless
I lost the inner part of me that doesn't make me useless
I lost the inner part of me but still can make a difference
I lost the inner part of me but still can be an inspiration
Yes!the guilt haunts me day and night but I still have a chance to make the impossible possible
I lost the inner part of me but that doesn't make me worthless
I lost the inner part of me that doesn't make me useless
I lost the inner part of me but still can make a difference
People may think that if I lost the inner part of me I am an ant
That could just be stepped over
Oh No!I still have a voice
I'm still human
Shh and listen because the inner voice in me speaks on volumes
The prodigal child speaks so listen because the inner voice in me speaks in tongues
I lost the inner part of me but that doesn't make me worthless
I lost the inner part of me that doesn't make me useless
I lost the inner part of me but still can make a difference
I lost the inner part of me but still can be inspiration
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