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Clouded Kinks - Reflections & Poems
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Welcome to Clouded Kinks
Exploring the emotional twists and turns of being humans stuck on earth.
Here’s a poem I wrote about madness behind the beauty
Am I beautiful
But what does that mean
And what if I wasn’t
Because One day I won’t be
My smile will wrinkle up
And my teeth will wear and chip away
My hair will turn grey like the fur on a wolf
And the skin on my hands will raisin
My laughter will grow dry
And my body will ball up and become small
So am I beautiful
Deeply hung out on a picture not even in full frame
There are no vivid colors and vibrant patterns
Just symmetric and square
Blank
Clouded Kinks
My Latest Poem
”You cant get close to me
My pussy is a trophy
And my body is and orchestra
Made up of string and brown ebony wood
Pleasing to ur eye and easy in your hands
Hard to master
Hard to commit
I’ll only give back what you put in
My mind is a puzzle
Knotted and tied
Consumed in anxiety
Blanket in depression
Exploding with anger
Leaking love
My body is a trophy
It will take you a life to to reach me
I know you’ll die trying "
Thought Piece
Reflecting on the journey to becoming my best self,Life is simply, but complicated. Plain but not parallel. No direct cardinal . There’s not even a map that can be made , for there are ways too many paths to cover. Way too many roads to pave ,so I crowd and pack on to that one road ,and try to stuff myself in the fine lines of peoples expectations because disappointing hurts.
When I disappoint myself , and others I hold dear. I know that with out pain my happiness would mean little to nothing ,so I cherish it and bask in every joyful moment I get . Its feeling of uncomfortable thats makes me strive to grow, and knowing I can be better is inspiring. When I work to achieve my goals it’s beyond fulfilling ,most of all.…
About Clouded Kinks
A space where thoughts flow freely and emotions are untangled...