Here a fuck you, there a fuck you
Mistakes & lessons in this blogging community *strong language warning*
Written, recorded, and mixed in my home studio. Spoken word (with music)
New original spoken word recorded in my home studio. Free MP3 download.
The Moon struggles to detach
We often learn lessons too late...
There is a 99.9% chance that if I read his poetry I will cry
My love is as solid as our oak tree growing
Rhyming poetry + cat photos (meet Annie)!
Fuck this weather
For what it's worth now I don't give a damn
A bit of softness and water cinematography. Contains mild nudity. Not age restricted.
You’ll never see me make it right
This is how to stop loving you
Heavens been destroyed
And ode straight from the pits of hell
More blues 😊
Lies and blood are guaranteed
Heavy prices have been paid
What are dreams but avenues of despair
Poetry and thoughts about longing.
Freshly written. Shed a tear or two.
They say when someone rescues you, you become indebted to them forever. It's true.
She's a fucking dilettante
The light is going out, the light is gone
Lust is easy. Love takes courage.
Can't sleep, wrote some song lyrics
He played me. My heart died.
I'll drop your heart in the lost and found
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
He's got a black heart
I needed to vent via rhyme (themes of depression & suicide / possible trigger warning)
An anti-love poem in under 20 words
Starting to get some warm days back in Florida, woo. New micropoem. 😊
Sorry's come with sorrow
He's been crucified and his name three times denied
She's a pyramid scheme
Staring at the sun isn't very smart...
Slaves any way you cut it...
Cheer up y'all, I love writing rhyme. But good girls always come last. 😎
I'm still dipping my toes in non-rhyme. 🤓
People change but nothing changes
He falls like icebergs crumbling in the sea
Regrets are heavy
Love never dies...
Tools the narcissist will use
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...
Our life is an epic poem...
I am not for sale
I hope my love can reach him where he is in darkness, so he may find the right light
One shot, one kill. Target practice. Unlimited ammo. Army strong. Wanna dance? Last chance...
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
He's just like all the rest... wicked
He may have a 4.0 GPA but he's stupid and a monster
Questions and Answers
Marooned on love island
He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone
My tongue is sweet and sour...
Love is where I'm going but it's never where I've been
Commitment issues are his running shoes
A Visit From Lu Part 3 (new poetry series)
A Visit From Lu Parts 1-7! An ongoing, experimental fantasy poetry series / end of the world love saga
I love being just a number to the artist who inspire me....
I put up with alot of bullshite
She is his to conquer
Music and science, yes. 1000% nerd.
The end of times is upon us and I'm over the bullshit
Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache
The trials that make us grow, and the forgiveness that cocoons. Though maybe nothing special, it's one of my favorite writings yet.
He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.
His love makes me grow
Does he really mean the terrible things he says about me?
We haven't learned a thing...
A micropoem about regret and anger
Everyone thinks they got me figured out
If you lay down your arms, I will lay down my pride.
Now is really all we have... make it matter now.
Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
Love starts with ourself but also with each other. We love with the same intensity that we make war. Let's plant more love.
I offer peace and sanctuary to all including those he loves
A movie recommendation of my favorite film since I was 10 years old.
I'm starting to believe them when they say "ignorance is bliss"... knowing things suck! This poem was written in freestyle, I like giving myself the freedom to flow. Age of reason, no doubt!!
A poem about bad people and bad choices.
My love extends 24/7 for him. So do my regrets.
The lure of fucking love. A poem. A micropoem about purgatory, longing, desire.
A poem about how clueless people are to love.
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.
His love is like Russian Roulette For all he's had and still not found love yet Under his reign I had many debts The lost and wounded are his favorite pet's Losing you won't give him any regrets He's already forgotten you I bet His love was like Russian Roulette It doesn't matter if they … Continue reading Love Like Russian Roulette