He's everything I want and how very deep the need
How to love a demon part 12. I'm sorry, that's not fair, I don't think he is a demon at all, and neither does this poem...
Real freedom is being allowed to be yourself around others and that's my kind of friendship & love. A photo-poem (yes it's me in the photo)
His darkness is beautiful and so a love poem for him.
Poetry is sacred
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
Memories are fleeting but forever
Friday afternoon freestyle freeform 🙂 + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! 😃
A sweet little love poem that should have probably been kept top secret
A poem about dark hearts
They exchanged love in unique ways
I hope he is happy and I hope she knows how lucky she is
Now is really all we have... make it matter now.
His smile is everything
Poem about love and devotion, the greatest subject of all. 😚
Thoughts. Ideas. Micropoetry. Micro-thinking. Is that a thing?
I've been experimenting with my writing styles on Instagram. You can follow me there @POEETERNAL
She awaits a love that is never coming... still she loves him.
One sentence story
An angel is a human born free of sin. An angel's decree.
Do you guys meditate? This is the equivalent of me sitting in a circle with stone and giving us a journey to travel on... Freshly written this morning, freestyle. It was meant to be a non-rhyme but oh well, a bit seeped out. I hope you like!!!
Perhaps if I had just lied about my feelings for him he'd still be here...
You'll never get close to me.
He makes me high. FACT.
He sails through my storms with care and ease.
Let's carve our names in our tree! 🙂 A poem about togetherness and separation. And how badly I crave his garden. (If you're reading this, I love you if you didn't already know).
A song I am writing on my guitar! An ode to our love. Or the love we never came to have. The love that perhaps exists in an alternative universe, where we are together. I love you forever. Now we have our song.
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!!
Try my love on and wear it awhile.
Where did all the sunshine go? A poem or metaphor about sunshine and depression.
bodies connecting, energies resulting
Maybe it is I, maybe I am love
Some edges are sharp, some ledges are steep. (Lyrics for a song that doesn't exist. I never know if I should share my songs but I've actually had people turn my poems into songs).
I have enough love for his entire lifespan
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.