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What do you long to say to someone? Your words could be part of a poem. Leave the phone message you always wanted to, but couldn’t. Some or all of the words in your message could be picked to be pa… Source: Mixed Messages – be part of a poem
Originally posted on The Broom Closet:
The many legends of Lilith – “My name thou knowest not, and yet shall know, and know too late. But, know thou this indeed: joy is my sister. Sister I, to death.” Lilith’s legend stems from many cultures including Babylonian, Sumerian and Hebrew. Of these she is most well-known for her…
she. “Enemy Spirits, Come to finish my fate Nothing you do Can cause me to dissipate I am forever I am EVER, For and Ever I am Always, Now and Then I am of the gods My gods, your gods and theirs Make mincemeat of your decisions Deal you heartbreak, make u have care She’s… Read More she.
Up a staircase Winding round I say nothing Eyes Wide Down Powdered footsteps Open like gravel road U say nothing No breaking the moment’s hold Asbestos powdercase Eyelashes by Mold We touch fingertips Sudden. Bold. Crunchy black taffeta Shiny Patent Waste Bodies; barely bent! Still not visible-Our Haste In & Out, Up & Down… Read More the use for veils.
I want your blood Like I want your sex I wish we’d fuck Like we never met I want your taste Copper-burnt but sweet I want your brains Tongue inside your meat Spread it ‘round like goo Dripping from the tip Lap it up, all fours! Yeah I am that bitch This is not for… Read More bloodlust.
In the Darkness of beginning night, The confusion of what should be, I gave him my little black heart, Then I gave him my little jewel; perfection like one from Tiffanys! When alone now, I can hear his voice When alone I can feel his touch His perfume comes out of my throat His decorum… Read More Private Life
*disclaimer – naughty words and heavy sexual connotation; also, an original poem from me to an ex lover* Everytime we fuck, I die, Lovers of Death, you and I Make-believers in fate, you and me Troublemakers connected; destiny! Little Death, Oxycontin, Dopamine When together, even the Heavens stop for our scene, Memnoch the Devil, Dionysis… Read More Les Amants des Morte
~a short story revolving around a love letter the heroine never mailed to the object of her affection, who will never know how she truly feels for him~ I cant stop seeing your hands, that day. Strong fingers loosely grasping the steering wheel, as your thick auburn curls went mad from the wind blowing thru… Read More the last kiss goodnight. (a short story by Porsha A. Williams)
I’m in a phenomenal place There is no sound, no feeling, no smell or taste It is the Darkness~the Soulless Pit, the Abyss! How could you not know, however could it be missed? This is the reality, finalized and discovered~You know me, now! This is the Darkness, the place where nightmares play, unbound This… Read More ~Untitled~
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Poem of the Week John Clare — “I Am.”
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First of all: Boooooo. My real job is writing. It just doesn’t make me money … yet. Our real jobs are what makes us happy, and fills our souls. Source: But Amie, What’s your real job?
Originally posted on A Word Of Substance:
Rules For Using A Woman Before 40 years of age: Always refer to a woman as ‘sweetheart’, ‘dear’, or ‘Miss’. Even if you don’t know her. This will make her feel delicate and soft spoken. If she tries to tell you otherwise, call her something else. Talk about…
Originally posted on LieWithMe:
I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve tried something new, I look at myself in the mirror and wonder how long it’s been since I’ve lost that twinkle in my eye; I used to be fun, I used to be chirpy and now I’m just numb and stained. I…
Originally posted on The Obscure Journey:
Alone in solitude, in the dark when no one is watching, Our character is revealed to us. When no one is watching, excuses are not worth it. In darkness, we find light. Quiet, peaceful, inspirational, enlighting moment. Have courage, don’t fear. For it’s moments in solitude that offer us…
Originally posted on Haiku out of africa:
when I found your soul – it was black, bent and broken – now your spirit soars © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
Originally posted on Living Document:
I have not forgotten Yet cannot remember Memory access blocked