'An exquisite woman is not one who has the most men at her feet, but rather one who has only one who makes her truly happy.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
Your cry gave a loud call, Impossible to resist. Burdened with the curiosity of it, I raced to your roar. Why? Why did I?
By Damian2 years ago in Poets
Two lost souls Having lost all control Tugging on one another Tethered together by wonder Loss Betrayal Of the heart
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
Perfectionist, the title given, To the pretense of a distinct man. What, why or who could he be? Questions he asked himself in the dead of dark.
Beneath the moon's enchanting glow, A whimsical tale continues to grow. Stars twinkle like stories unfold, In the universe's vast, celestial hold.
By J.Balakrishnan2 years ago in Poets
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
We bow before the very holy eyes, Of the goddess residing in the skies. We worship the girls as the deities of righteousness,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
