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A noiseless patient spider, I markâ€™d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Markâ€™d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launchâ€™d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding

daddy-wants: Time for poetry on my Pet.

I will write in words of fire I will write them on your skin I will write about desire Write beginnings, write of sin . @themorty

whomthegodswoulddestroy: sassybrain: I JUST FOUND COMEDIC GOLD ON A PORN WEBSITE OMFG I WAS LOOKING UP PORN TO SHOW MY ROOMMATE JAMES DEEN AND I FOUND A GUY WHO CALLS HIMSELF LIMERICK LARRY AND HE WRITES POEMS ABOUT THE PORN VIDEOS I CAN’T BREATHE

Keep on truckin’

Keep on glowing

Now that’s poetry.

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Food for Thought from Kristen Fischer on Freelance Switch

Inspiration from Jennifer Moline on Fuel Your Creativity

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The Dirt from Joel Reyes on Design Revive

Cover image for Lie Back and Tremble, and a little sample for you. You can check out more for free on Literotica. * * Apres le ravissant * When your throat is raw to gagging Soft vagina walls caked and sore Anus explored and aching Tongue spitless and

Launch me from the sharp escarpmentThis precipice of pleasure, painLet my brain gorge on intoxicantsBinding flesh and blood and sinew, synapseUntil burned and pricked and piercedFearsome, mad with stimulationAn arc of fire to test the chainsI howl out

Muted. Silenced. DumbYour body’s secret languageTattooed on my skinI cannot communicateIn words without your presence ~Arjay Eiff palavre: Tattoo

This Is Not A Poem

Worth It - Arjay Eiff

MoltenI have pierced your molten coreThe fiery heart of darknessWell of ancient powerIn which you claw me deeperDrawing out my spilled libationLava melting in the magmaLost in a sudden gout of flame.Your own eruption, suddenShakes the worldUnbidden quakes

Strangers touch the train’s arm rest, sitting after meSharing the aroma of my parting gift to you.Arjay Eiffhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/Arjay-Eiff/e/B005DHJXASplease read, rate and review

Teach MeTeach me where to touch youHow to reach into the sacred spaceAnd taste the temple wineShow me how to place my handsIn supplication, on the myriad pathsThat can lead to your delightTell of the shapes my mouth must makeThe spells and secret cantrips

Vernatun members in 1903. Isahakyan,Aghayan, Tumanyan (sitting) and Shant,Demirchian (standing).In 1899, Tumanyan came up with an idea of organizing meetings of Armenian intellectuals of the time at his house on 44 Bebutov Street in Tiflis (present-day

thorntom: I love this poem, but it always reminds me of my ex, she had it written out and stuck on the wall next to her bed… I would read it, whenever there we were laid on her bed and there was a lul in conversation, I still know her favourite lines

sydneyrenee55: “Once, I lit his soul on fire, incandescent from within, though he called me liar, I knew I was his favorite sin…” @aliascquinn

the-absolute-best-posts: love-personal: source This post has been featured on a 1000Notes.com blog! but the sky. it sees everything.

book-caps: You are now 18, standing on the precipice,trembling before your own greatness.who say you are too young and delicate to make anything happen for yourself. They don’t see the part of you that smolders. Don’t let their doubting drown out

kotbt: Recently a pokemon themed love poem was brought to the attention of a friend of mine on his facebook. His response is a veritable delight. In the spirit of the season

honhonhon: I was buying more shirts on Zazzle so I (Sherlock drawing by reapersun!) eheuehueheuhe i need to reblog this because zazzle poetry is my favorite tumblr blog okay edit: link to this shirt in their store here edit 2 : link to my original art

whatabigface: Remember when we were on the road searching for mutants and that man at the bar told us to go fuck ourselves? I thought you’d do as he said, but you didn’t.

hanitaflowers: right on.

liberatetheminds: reroutedreams: lovesoulbounce: Dig if you will this stunning picture of Minnie Riperton on the cover of Wax Poetics Japan. this is 5,000 types of awesome. Come inside my love Perfect Angel

untitled by Nynewe on Flickr.

DigLaying on the last chapter; that sits on top; that page that is left blank intentionally; glaring and untrue; dig and you will find more; more untruths, more dreams, more enduring spirit; dig and you will feel better as you cry; wiping the tears away

carolinewalton: It is painfully obvious what mark my mother left in magnetic poetry on my fridge. :)

I’ve been thinking on you =P

funbaggery: Wonderful time to be a breast man with Poetry on the scene.

dykecicle: I wanna write poetry on your skin with my mouth. O.O

So I write poetry on my personal, and sometimes I want to reblog it onto here.

hugehairtinytummy replied to your post: So I write poetry on my personal, and sometimes I want to reblog it onto here. Why cant you? Well, I don’t want to double post them, and I want to take credit for them, personally, because I’d love

Support me on Patreon => Reapersun on PatreonThis is a combo of @sassydoctor9: Anyone as mermaids, greek gods, nymphs (water or woods) and @iamalivenow: hannigram sirens ~———–I feel a little weird about this one because I

Support me on Patreon => Reapersun on PatreonPrompt: @sassydoctor9: Anyone… ferryman of Hades (gives passage over styx)An AU where Will is Charon, ferryman of the dead over the river Styx, and Hades!Hannibal has a thing for scruffy antisocial

lifeinpoetry: “what does it mean to be descendant of something monstrous? to still love the monster?” — sam sax, from “On Hysteria,” Madness

hvorenn: “You would rather have gone on feeling nothing, emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace of the deepest sea, which is easier than the noise and flesh of the surface.” — Margaret Atwood, from Eurydice in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″

drunk-on-books: “I already know the storm, and I am as troubled as the sea.” — Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Robert Bly, from “Sense of Something Coming,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

$lifeinpoetry: I already know/ what’s going to kill me/ is terribly /deep/ inside me./ I still need you. In my sleep/ I am/ on my way/ to some viable/ mutation.\ — Ashley Porras, from “Untitled 72,” published in Muzzle$

lifeinpoetry: I already know/ what’s going to kill me/ is terribly /deep/ inside me./ I still need you. In my sleep/ I am/ on my way/ to some viable/ mutation.\ — Ashley Porras, from “Untitled 72,” published in Muzzle

thecenterwillnothold: [ID: excerpt from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices,” Sylvia Plath It is a terrible thingTo be so open: it is as if my heartPut on a face and walked into the world.’]

gothspinster: “Break off my arms: I shall still hold you tight; My heart will yet embrace you all the same. Suppress my heart: My brain knows no deterrent; And if at last you set my brain aflame I carry you still on my bloodstream’s current.” —

wishbzne: margaret atwood, ‘power politics poems’[ID: “We are hard on each otherand call it honesty,” end ID]

lifeinpoetry: they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and i keep on remembering mine — Lucille Clifton, “why some people be mad at me sometimes,” Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems, 1988-2000

violentwavesofemotion:Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Poem on Azure,”

megairea: “Full moon rising on the waters of my heart, Lakes and moon and fires,” — Jean Toomer, from Evening Song; Caroling Dusk: an Anthology of Verse by Black Poets of the Twenties (ed. by Countee Cullen)

violentwavesofemotion: “…a dark angel whispering to me to be easy on myself.” — Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1976 - 1986; “Half-Hanged Mary,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

I wanna write poetry on your skin with my mouth.

metaphorformetaphor: By riding words that are bridled and reined Man has quickened The pace of time’s slow clocks: […] But sometimes they slip like robbers into realms of fantasy, Float on ebbing waters Of sleep, free of barriers, Lashing any sort

calamityanemone said: How do you feel when you light something on fire? Write a haiku.Fire freaks me outBut is also intriguingI am conflictedHaiku about setting things on fiyah, comin’ atcha.

To settle with what I know Or to choose adventure To wait for life to come Or to go all out for it To play on the safe side Or embrace my true essence In the end…I know what I want 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖇𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘

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