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Yveltal for john8308 Sorry I couldn’t post this last night. There were people staying at my house with me so I couldn’t post this with them here. This is all I could find
Sweets for my sweet
raunchster: Lucas. Reading my poem. Wedding proposal. East Flanders, Belgium. By Jor Baeke.
Just a Touch She is one of my personal favorites. Her words never fail to ignite and arouse. Making her way back on to the Erotic Storybook Library dais, please welcome… deepestdesires: Just a touch. So very slight. Against your skin. Under
Recite a poem. Read the first page to one of your favorite books. Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle. Do a tongue-twister. Say something in a different language. Share an anecdote. Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
“ […] Light your eyes at the flame of the lusters! Kindle passion in the glances of churls! To me you’re all pleasure, morbid or petulant; Be what you will, black night, red dawn;There is no fiber in my whole trembling bodyThat does
“I thank you for your part in my journey” -C. Quinn
at the very least I should try to be coherent, to be whole but the wind has scattered my words and as leaves fall so does my will down, down and away from the root away from anything branches broken as synapses drift away away is the phrase to keep
johnmarkgreenpoetry: I decided to combine my poem with a photo which would give a gothic/dark fairy-tale vibe. Photo credit: hello darkness my old friend” by freyja90 at deviantart.com
“Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors?
cyberunfamous: MY POEM IS ON MY DASH (i get so happy still when I see it)
deuxarabesques:my absolute favourite poem
I ride my bike through the cold winter night It feels like I got the world’s weight on my back But I got a strong back So I ride and I ride A smile on my face through the cold winter night.
sumisa-lily: “Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.” ~Walt Whitman
sumisa-lily: “Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.” ~Walt Whitman Truth 💜😻💜😻💜😽
manlycolors101: /as I get closer to the end./ — P.S. Who says poetry has to be boring. My poetry is like King Kong, It climbs the Empire State building then beats its chest when a plane comes near. And my poems does it every single day of the year.
feral-ballad:This morning I woke up so in love with you I didn’t know what to do with my body, which was far from yours… I don’t know how this happened. I just woke up one morning and you were the blood in all my poems.Clementine Von Radics, from
I can hear the rain outside, But I feel it in my head Drowning my thoughts One drop at a time. I can feel my heart beat, Blood like lava Running fire through my veins. Burning skin Searing bones.
kaylabarart: -Mary Elizabeth Frye uhhh yeah something i threw together because i remembered this poem and was hit with some lup feels. its rushed, im sorry, but pls enjoy
I was woken up because my grandma sent a mass text to the whole family that consisted of a really long poem she wrote about Jesus and then everyone started to have unrelated conversations on it so my text tone kept going off every 2 seconds until I was
thanks for not putting in my line breaks on my poem tumblr. stupid tumblr.
quewave: Bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I’m too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I’m not goingto let anybody seeyou.there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette
hearttravels: makemyheartabetterplacex: hearttravels: hi guys! so I did a reading of my poem “daddy issues“ in front of school for poetry slam that was organized last week it was my first time ever doing something like this and i was super
I finally copied down one of my poems into the final copy/book of poetry that I’m writing and it actually feels great. I’m incredibly painfully shy of all of my expressions so it’s a big relief to be able to do this.
lang leav poems
momentsofsensuality: When my poems and stories are put to sleep for the night Passions and pleasures have reached their sweetest release And lovers, now exhausted, fall into bed for a much needed rest Quietly and mindfully…I am left with my thoughts…and
introspectivepoet: My little leather notebook where I like to write my poems.
johnmarkgreenpoetry:I’m excited to announce that the first of my poem prints is now available in Wild Sky Poetry’s Etsy shop. My Inconvenient Heart quote can be purchased in black and white, or color versions. @christyannmartine I are partners together
ready-2-give-up: Quotes and poems are my life
laurel-blossom: Not my photo but my poem and edit.
So it wouldn’t let me post an audio link for some reason. But nevertheless, due to an amazing amount of pestering from friends, here is one of my favorite and most recent pieces, spoken by yours truly. Sorry for the roughness of my voice, Texas
Come home I miss your soft lips And velvet tongue Hands in your hair And your fingers Slipping under my shirt Pressing you into the counter The smell of fresh coffee Reminding me that this is home
love-you-and-i-us: i was once your favorite poet I not because my poems were good I but because you knew they came from my heart I to you
khaliflow3r: “Crushing on my lunch break”Enjoy my poem
sweetwhatsername: marysonofjames: (Words) My Mad Fat Diary series 2 I have never seen My Mad Fat Diary but someone made a gif with lines from my poem and the show= nifty!
mydarkangel2pls: kingsbrokenroad Now you have my mind focused too, On all the things you want to do, With visions of wonderful things in my head, I’m craving to hear you and feel you in my bed, My hands are yours as they roam my body, But the urgency
cultnervous:just read a poem by richard siken. be right back i have to burn my house down
warsanshires: “every day they want you to shrink: fit here, in my palm, in my shadow, don’t be bigger than my idea of you, don’t be more beautiful than i can accept, don’t be more human than i am willing to allow you to be and be quiet, you’re
moondoggiestyle: at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just
writtenly: november 15th 2013. not my picture. my poem though. More cajm here
off5sos: Not my poem, just my edit x
sexdrugsand-fuckitall: (Not my picture, just my poem)
finita–la–commedia: “And you are my sacred book. My poem.” – Umar Timol, from “Blood”, translated by Susan Wicks
langleav: zenpencils: YOUR LIFE by Lang Leav My poem Your Life from my new book The Universe of Us. Pre-order your copy here. ♡
avoiders: i kinda have some tears because my poem is almost at 60k oh my god
dying-0n-the-inside-sl0wly: I made a thing with my poem 💭 do not remove my credit/source
Your eyes are on mine as you make your way down my body. Your hands exploring every curve. I close my eyes and fall into the wonderful labyrinth that is your lust. I’m free falling into the unknown, but your lips guide me to sweet serendipity.
nrhartpoet: More ❤️ N.R.Hart excerpt from my poem “More” in my next book!
cyberunfamous: cyberunfamous: Pieces by me my poem is on my dash crying
You never have time to hear me out, my head is filled with pain. Tortured within by fear and doubt, the negative voices reign. Am I not worth you giving an hour or two? To you is this all just a game? Or am I imagining this all in my head, my thoughts
Photo: Explosion Man by iQart91 http://iqart91.deviantart.com/art/Explosion-Man-156731945 How do I describe this feeling inside? This desire to cry because I feel so alive? It feels like my chest is about to explode reality slips, sanity trips, my seeds
Photo: Hearts and Rose by TheLob (Steve Laube) http://thelob.deviantart.com/art/Hearts-and-Rose-129148961 Thoughts of you run rampant through my mind. My head is in the clouds. Is it all part of the design? My heart cares not as it pounds. When I’m
grlcries: excerpt from my poem, “i felt my bones cry”
xh4le: circul4tion: follow http://circul4tion.tumblr.com for more my poem that my tattoo came from
darkness-consumed-me: darkness-consumed-me: My life story right here This post has been stolen so many times. Ha my old watermark (url) is there. This is my poem.
surfandwrite: Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | How My Body Says “I Miss You” (Please don’t use/quote/copy-paste my poems without crediting source. Please don’t delete this caption. RESPECT OTHER PEOPLE’S WORK.)
nrhartauthor:More ❤️ N.R.Hart excerpt from my poem “More” in my next book!
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