Eve my tattooed nun born with a heart free from the bondage of sin for all is permissible
What are we doing? Do we have any idea? Do we even care? Have we become like these stars th… Are we just hurtling mindlessly?
Oh Dahlia… born of love The sorrowful maiden’s first flowe… Her sweetest treasure from the gar… How she loved watching you grow Your roots deep… your resolve stro…
i found myself at a party hanging with some friends when a pretty
what is it about you that captured my interest was it the art of the eye or the poetry it contained was it your twin lenses
Light dew skips across the oceans… She speaks to me of loves gone by There has been a lot of heartache As the Sun and Moon drift by We talk for hours on end
tears telling time for a heart that once beheld beauty and a moment so profound that its felt its own beat
It raises the question to desire and be desired is that all there is like a moth to a flame what language of love is to be sou…
On October 7, 2013, upon awakenin… Little Miss Goldilocks, issued a… On a public forum, in broad array,… Fortune favored, the man in gray,… The self-satisfied young lady, the…
when asked what does the other hav… a body full of pomegranate stretched
Brother/Sister Poets I am personally seeking Your varied assistance As I make my way Through my divorce
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As I crossed the threshold of her door, which the perverted love of others disuses, thus making the crooked path look straight... Yet there I found myself in her lair, with only slight ...
a poem about laundry? sure ... I could pull it off
Do you ever wonder where the words…