Friendship
Seduction under the Moonlight
Seduction under the Moonlight Beneath the silver glow, where shadows play, Midnight whispers, secrets in the astral ballet. Eyes lock in passion, a silent vow, In the velvet night, where desires allow.
Nothing to sayPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHawaiian Angel
The experience of your soul was fleeting. A friendship that spanned within a short time frame, bursting with adventure on the grounds of Nashville, I don't think this grief will ever go away.
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Do you ever feel like the bubbly, energetic, joyful energy you exude is perceived by others as an indication of minimal pain endured?
Divine Feminine
See I been speaking with my divine feminine friend, and she's pushing my limits again... Frequently sublime listening to her mind...
Love Over Conformity
I speak of authenticity constantly. My faith has shown me what true self-love is. I have learned to let go of who I love.
Justin HigginsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMy Favorite Color
Roses are red, Violets are blue but my favorite color is whatever color you’re wearing when I’m starring at you From the color of your cheeks to the color of your eyes to the color of your lips to the color of your sigh
Yvette AriasPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTheater & You
Dark and clear The summer desert’s moon and stars. I can see your awkward smile, And your fingers tapping on your legs.
Madison B.Published 4 months ago in PoetsThe Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in Poetsas if it's time i stop
as you leave me now, he said, i don't know that i will make it out of this alive without you by my side. why can't you stay?
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in PoetsBrain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in Poetsbetweene twoe thingse
amidst birthe ande deathe the delicate importance of separatione to finishe or commence to breake ande be whole it's in the middle
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in PoetsThe Schnook's Lament
I really hope that you find love and happiness, Between what you have and deserve, exists an abyss, Your creativity - a mastery of artistry,