Dying but not dead. Still giving it my all...
Tag: human
You Equals Life (U=L)
I want my last breath to be hearing your stories 😫ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
He Said, She Said
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." (Carl Jung)
The Other End Of Sorrow
Hi. Surfacing for air.
Titanic
A drowning man is the most dangerous. A deep poem with some mumbo jumbo afterwards...
Single (Never Married)
Heaven is empty but my tongue is clean (poetry and prose)
Tristan and Jonathan’s Survival Fund
Tristan and Jonathan's Survival Fund
Playing The Angel (digiart)
Contains mild nudity and flashing images (epilepsy warning)
Twitching
hello + updates + snaps
A Special Video Message Regarding Depression & Mental Health Awareness + thanks
Thanks + Mental Health Awareness
Just Saying Hi
Photos and a mini rhyme
Immersion (Sensuality 101)
A bit of softness and water cinematography. Contains mild nudity. Not age restricted.
Angel
Forever his guardian angel
No Filter Monday (go with me here)
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
Cowering
Lust is easy. Love takes courage.
Angel’s Dust
Sorry's come with sorrow
Prize
He's been crucified and his name three times denied
Valor
It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth... being bad comes easy...
Silhouette
He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart
Likes and Comments
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Cognitive Dissonance
Who will save the sane?
The Muse
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
Carried Through My Storms
He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone
OOPS (Blog boo boos again)
Oops I did it again
Bad Feathers
Pulling a feather is like feeling a leather whip across my back. I falter. I repent. I love.
Stones of Regret
His absence is too loud, too painful.
Dance like nobody’s watching / 119 pounds of sorrow
dancing away my sorrows
Exiled (Again)
Fun fact: I have been referred to as "a cub" cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur...
After Dark
In my habitat / lair
Identity
Just a little poem about ego
Babel
I needs any and all. GIVEMAH
Reflection
I see him but can he see himself?
Just Me
A glimpse of the real me. 100% all natural and organic
Mercy
I offer peace and sanctuary to all including those he loves
No Pretense
I guess you get 100% transparency with me.
