Poetry
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We harvested the fruits of muddy shores, watched millions of diamond sparkles on the crests of ocean waves before we turned our eyes to space. It startled us and left us wanting to know more about what lies beyond the darkness, titillated and tempted to explore. Still we must overcome hurdles while our feet are […]…
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I’m lost in a forest of the tallest trees, inundated with wickedly bent, sinister trunks, thicket so dense my feet can barely move, the air damp and heavy, sitting like rocks in my lungs. Swiping and slashing, I claw at the overgrowth’s sharpness, aching to lift my legs and run, grasping for vines that might […]…
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To my Child, They will come for you, Those human like you, but curse you with forked tongues they will come for you. They will rob you of your heart and ask for you to smile As one who they’ve tried to steal from, they will come for what cannot be taken, only given. Protect…
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Love Fires Love fires burn a tender flame, Inextinguishable, No matter the storm or rain. A small spark, A slow flame, And then a blazing furnace, When love fires burn. Forest fires will eventually go out, A candle will burn itself out, The coal in the fireplace will go out, Love fires once lit, Will […]…
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i remember that rainy saturday night well will never forget your sister was supposed to be watching us, however, she was rather absent from where we were; i remember how you forced your lips against mine in a kiss although i protested no you didn’t listen— never understood why my voice didn’t matter how you […]…
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You. Yes, you. You are a work of art. You are beautiful. You are the only part of this Universe capable of understanding itself. You are the only part of this Universe that is capable of creating beauty by sheer power of will. via You’re a Work of Art — Cristian Mihai
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https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F616398012&show_artwork=true&maxwidth=500&maxheight=750&dnt=1 I cleaned every inch of you away today. I took my time; I didn’t scrub vigorously but made sure what’s left behind sparkles gorgeously in the light. I said goodbye today with my dishcloth and soap, to leave only hope. © Kristiana Reed 2019 via Moving on — My Screaming Twenties
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Strong hand deliciously low on naked belly trembling thoughts stirring urgency drips of ardent lust glistening in wait his fingers hungry for her sweet warmth * ©MidwestFantasy May 2019 via His Hand — Midwest Fantasy Writes
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never meant to be we lay on a lonesome beach tides shift between reality and fantasy red lips kiss the yesterday we never had as we dream of eternity fireflies illuminate the night forming horoscopes foretelling no promises of tomorrow our eyes express things our mouths will never see the moonless sky torments our precious […]…
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