And in that moment when the laws of gravity are defied. The air within my lungs fade, when my fears are no longer there. As your arms open wide-, infinity feels closer inside and thats the moment i know i’m going to be alright. TLM
Consistency is the key to anything worth having.
Sometimes it’s just hard to see and not feel. Feelings are just and natural. If only trust wasn’t so easily broken
See I wanna talk to ya I just wanna entertain your body And seduce your mind. See I think your fine and attractive You got that pull so magnetic I simply want to be the friction The greats your being That melody that makes you scream. See I just wanna talk to ya I just wanna make you smile And blow your mind.
What a girl wants;) 1.Kiss Her 2.Grab Her 3.Rip Her Clothes off 4.Eat Her...– (via randysavage-91) 👉👌🙌👏👏👏👏👏👏
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.– Confucius
Don’t ask me who I am, just watch me.
Lessons Never Learnt
Silently, My fears willingly took the ropes my body grew cold my receptors lost control. Slowly I inhaled as life itself nonchalantly returned as I wished to die once more. T.L.M
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer...– Dr. Seuss
wearemostaliveindreams: Our beats are out of sync, and with no love left for yourself after all you have given me, we are completely incomplete. Isn’t it perfect, to feel so broken?
raisethecurve: I wish I had more to offer than words. Something to spur someone somewhere to need me instead of merely wanting. *SNAP*
forgetfulnessisfreedom: What is man but stories lost, stories found, (secrets the same) and treasures found. But potential, most of all, and most of all, unfound.
On being wrong
deliciousinterludes: I thought that no other man could touch it now; that where it was last given and subsequently torn into fleshy, visceral pieces it would lie undiscovered unmoved unable it tastes surprisingly sweet to be wrong
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that...– Virginia Satir
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better....– Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
Sharing Poetry: Langston Hughes, "Not What Was" →
sharingpoetry: By then the poetry is written and the wild rose of the world blooms to last so short a time before its petals fall. The air is music and its melody a spiral until it widens beyond the tip of time and so is lost to poetry and the rose— belongs instead to vastness beyond form, to universe that…
Shaannee's Last Poeemm;D
love-moore: Come here girl, Let me show you something, Let me take you somewhere, Feel you in places, Get in certain places, I can take you on a ride, Or you could ride high, Yup all night, Let me brake in your walls, Show you the difference between large and small, I’ll be sure to eat your dessert too, I’d rather you suck mine and not chew, And when we’re through, Cuddle and kiss...
conorebbs asked: Thank you sincerely for sharing the 'Open wide' piece. :)
Let me make love to you intelligently, by seducing you intellectually. As I undress you verbally and tease you mentally. Let me tickle your fancy as I introduce your taste buds to my physical talents. As you watch me lay an exquisite setting. Let me arouse your attention with a magnificent aroma, sending you of to cloud 9. Just let me take you slowly, as I show you the time of your life, without...
Food for thought
Many individuals claim to be real and call others out for being fake… Who’s to say you aren’t the one being “fake”.. Just keep in mind that what maybe real to you can be fake to another and vice versa…… Just fuck the world and live your life I say, stop judging ppls character and work on yourself … Life happens… just look at it like this ” in life, unlike chess the game continues after checkmate...
conorebbs: You who would deny our choices, Maiming minds with metaphor, You who twist with tainted voices Everything worth fighting for. Narrowed eyes restrict your view, Anger is a veil, Open wide and see anew - Pleasure will prevail.
sheddingpetals: Hair down, eyes up, Hands feel ing ...
Inspired by For Colored Girls.....
(For every girl that had to question their worth). How can you say I’m not good enough? Not good enough for your time, body, emotions… Love! How can you disrespect my kindness? Love Sacrifice And loyalty When in actuality you are all I see. The distortion of my flaws My imperfections are what makes me pure. Hopeless nights, arms and legs open wide Ready for your sweet embrace. ...
jayarrarr: all my memories of you are nought but misbegotten daydreams written in red ink on scraps of paper left out in the rain (red ink runs faster than stolen kisses and dreams never dry)
innermedley: I wait everyday for lightening to strike inspiration hesitation catch my breath …and my pulse to spike. I feel my veins clogging with words refusing to flow forth tiny graphite swords aching to break skin - to tear open my flesh - disperse themselves...
sheddingpetals: Fall asleep beside me With nothing but our eyelashes Moving in the breathless Night. We can be weightless. Catch my silver woes Pocketing them and holding My hand as we twirl in dreams Together. ...
fra71: She spent her time building sandcastles and writing on water. She had a soul of vapor and dreams made of air. Nothing of her remained but a puff of fluttering steam.
artisticveins: for the pain the tears the scars the bruises the wounds the memories the scratches the heart aches I may not be the cause of the them ...
ethielswords: when maybe melts into a definite yes if & but disappears doubts would cease to exist then every why & how stops knocking at your door & you begin to embrace truth regardless
Like a Drug
talkswithmonsters: She writes to stop the cravings. An itch she can’t find to scratch- It’s a tugging on her heartstrings. The voices inside her head screaming- She has been quiet for too long! The slithering snakes in her abdomen demand her thoughts be written. Crawling up along her ribcage, They coil around her lungs. Angry fangs slash at her insides until their venom leaks from out her veins...
cafeofthedamned: once, for a whole day, i forgot what it was to be human. i had nothing inside my chest. i had never felt better.
The sweetest thing that gets my blood flowing, adrenaline pumping. and leaves me wanting craving, yearning for more. A deadly desire, such a rush the climax to a pleasing plot. A story filled with guilty pleasures, no words to explain why… such passion consumes...