Tag: love

Poetry, thoughts

Recklessly

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Recklessly

i have the capability to love wholly. an endless love that replenishes itself naturally. solar powered, love powered, i have the capability to love another boundlessly. but with this power, i need how to use it smartly. there will be those who will: abandon me, for gain, hurt me, for pleasure, use me, and then [...]

Poetry, Romantic

Spectral

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Spectral

I rush to bed, To dream of him. As I close my eyes, You await for me- Arms wide and smile dreamy. Our love is scripted, of course But my mind directs our lovemaking With a masters ease. You tease me with kisses But never truly deliver. I push you for more And more and [...]

Poetry, Short Story/Prose, Thoughtful, thoughts

Pain, Love, Depression, and Joy

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Pain, Love, Depression, and Joy

  “Everyone has written about pain; what makes it unique to you?” My pain is early, unbeknownst to my psyche until I became misinformed and mislead through others ambivalence. My pain levitates in the middle of two races. My pain is centuries long, my pain is past skin, hair, features, curves. My pain flickers and [...]

Poetry, Romantic, Thoughtful

i blindly follow

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i blindly follow

  you used to be my tender mornings  my twinkling nights, my shy, tentative kisses and rough foreplay turning into midnight. soaked, drenched sheets must remind you of me. my pretty smile must have drove you insane, but weren’t you to blame? leading me with your love i blindly follow, trust bound across my throat, tightly-gripped, [...]

Poetry, Romantic, Short Poem, Thoughtful

Rigor Mortis

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Rigor Mortis

Haunting and whimsical the drooping state of rigor mortis has stolen the nectar from my flowers; leaving the bouquet in a state of prolonging misery. The numbing bite of melancholy; a poignant reminder of my idle neglect; A mature endeavor collapsed by mutual disrespect. Like a photo I hold dear, I will cherish the times where we were [...]