I still see you and feel a rush
A bit of softness and water cinematography. Contains mild nudity. Not age restricted.
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
She’s a fucking dilettante
Broken thoughts, miniature words, endless sorrow
The Moon – a poem + thoughts
She’s part lightning and part thunder
His laughter is spectacular…
Thanksgiving slightly drunken freestyle
I told you I’m nobody
Who will save the sane?
My tongue is sweet and sour…
Mirror mirror on the wall, who lies the most of them all?
Stuffs. Micropoetry mostly. Writings I hadn’t intended to share. Trashy treasures.
A micropoem but never micro-longing.
I thought I was just a gatherer but I suppose I am a huntress as well.
OMFG freshly wrote this AM for you. A poem + convo + lesson
I needs any and all. GIVEMAH
Grateful for you and sorries
A poem about triangulation. There’d be zero issues if they were “just friends”. But they’re not, and he doesn’t love her but she’s got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she’s keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS
Poetry is sacred
Everyone thinks they got me figured out
Checkmate, please. A Queen who loves her Knight.
Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)
They care not while I rot.
He makes me high. FACT.
If we can’t see it, we can feel it. If we see it, it changes us. We don’t change it but it changes us.
We are all carrying such heavy loads. A poem about that.
Sometimes he thinks of me… (a poem)
A poem about how hard we make life for one another.