The day after

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 solemnity.

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 und

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 him

I was a shorty with a blocked throat chakra and for a long time, I never verbally defended myself the way I should. I never talked to my stepdad when I was a toddler, or much of anybody but my mom… I started talking to that guy when I was about 10 years-o

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, to

Is it for yourself? Or do you have aspirations of publishing? Curious mind wants to know. :)

what did you do while visiting?

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 paren

--- its ending?

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 church