Campfire A flickering flame you fan burns a million marshmallows, Giving charred remains of passion that blacken the night. An entwined other summons the lover to wrap-up in the darkened goo of love's true…
I am free from the strain Of forming words from my pain Once eager ears do not deign To hear the wrenchings from my brain. No questioning looks come to me When my eyes are filled with tragedy In fact those glances seem to flee When struck by my…
Perfect The first time I saw you and looked into your eyes. You just felt right. A childhood friend I forgot I had. You feel comfortable. There you are! How are you? What a odd thing to have with a stranger total stranger. You feel right and I don't…
This guy I have a massive crush on is skinny , tall, hairy , is a doctor and wears glasses 🤓, he also looks like he got a big cock , what’s his rising or sun sign y’all, I feel weird asking…
of literature (prose, poetry etc) reminds you of a certain sign? or maybe placement? for example, this one reminds me of taurus men: “The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. They try, so very hard,…
Is it for yourself? Or do you have aspirations of publishing? Curious mind wants to know.…
is the most memorable for you? (and may have even shaped your present views) that maybe every now and then you still think about it? pls state your sun and mercury mine was called 'master of the lake.' about this guy who was so poor that all his…
I tried to get rid of my ass. It came back. It came back cause I'm a 45 year old black woman. So, I have to accept my ass. It's what comes with 40+ and black. So, I wrote a poem of acceptance. Ode to the Black Ass... Got that black baptist…
Post prose poetry here, if you have it
Why am I here when you are not. If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone, just to never forget how you feel, even if it's pain.. even if it's the only thing. With all this time wasted without purpose of being, even the fondest memories grow distant and cold. Even so, I'd rather be forgotten than to forget, just to steal your sorrow, and when I feel this pain I am not alone. Only when I feel you slipping do I know I am free to myself, but I don't think I could outgrow you if I tried - and why would I want to, when for a time, your heart is what kept me alive.
Strange thing to say, but I wrote this about no one. I'm and empath, I just know what I'd feel before it comes