Category: writing

obsolete

how did i find the 
strength to be used 
by you? wounded 
by a cycle that
 refuses to break,
i gave you a chance, 
no wait, three. three chances 
to prove that you were 
worthy of me. liar. 
you are now obsolete. 
what’s more tragic, that 
i forgave you or i 
expected you to reach 
up ...

fealty

  to earn my love 
is to walk with caution; 
one false move and 
ill spiral. a diamond
 whose insides are like
 glass, im both hard 
and soft. venture, i 
am willing, discover why
 i cry when i’m the most 
happy. to love me is to
 earn an eternal sunrays,
to haunt me, is to earn 
my ...

currently

self-destructive

  <self-destructive behavior: outward versus inward> i suppose, there are two types of self-destructive people:  those who implode and those you explode. those who implode, are the type who silently fight a battle within themselves. they bottle up their emotions, put masks up to assure others that they are okay, and in more extreme cases, ...

maybe

maybe in another life, you could have been mine; maybe in another life, you could have access to all my secrets. The key to my heart, my thighs, my lips, I wonder what you would have sampled first? Would you have devoured me with nothing but tongues and lips? Would you have laughed and grabbed ...

unrequited

unrequited love, is a disease. It eats at me, ravages me. I am no longer me when the waves hit me. I am slumbered beneath the sea. I am in mourning. I am tree that has lost its leaves. The autumn of my life, I must salvage what is left; I will replant in the ...

landlocked

  <landlocked> She was a girl| landlocked| to his desires| she set herself free| set aflame to his chains| a phoenix reborn| she flew up into the sky| painting the sky red and orange| her flames raining down like raindrops| her joy staining the horizon| like ashes|   @amateur_poet

teach me

<teach me> Teach me how to love you, show me the ways into your heart. Guide me, because I'm lost, lost in the beauty of your eyes. I want to read all the poetry I wrote for you. I want to watch your eyes, your lips, as you realize how long I've been so infatuated. ...

our stories

<our stories> We tell stories through our hair, 
we trade secrets through every 
curl and wave. Comb through 
the middle part and twists the roots, 
just how I like. Tell me when you 
were young and silly as you 
smooth my edges with gel.
Cluck your tongue at me and 
tell me to sit still as ...

paradise

the water was blue, bluer than the eternal stretch of the sky. blue is too tame of a word, because the ocean, the sea, the breeze, the sting rays swimming underneath gentle, rolling waves, is alive. each step is precarious because each step brings you closer to the mouth of God. the wind tickles you. ...

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