We’re lost rivers among long forgotten forests; abandoned because the land was too hard to tame. We were ruined by too much.
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We’re lost rivers among long forgotten forests; abandoned because the land was too hard to tame. We were ruined by too much.
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Beloved…..
There are just some people you can’t
love back to life because they don’t
love themselves.
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You still linger in my mouth
Your sweetness dancing over my
taste buds
And I still feel you between my universe
talking to my heavenly stars trying to
create new galaxies
You feel like home….
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The first man to ever call me out of my name
BITCH
WHORE
SLUT
was my mother’s husband.
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I am, on some days, an enigma to myself. Everyone blooms at their own time. Healing doesn’t look the same for everyone.
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Chase the Storm
Poems which make you smile each day!
Mind over matter
Never get lost in the Sauce
Writer
Wanderlust Through Words
The Little Poetastry; The little stories
The space to share my thoughts, ideas and inspire change
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
An Instrument of the Divine's will.
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This is your stage
(Q & ¬Q)
How we'll learn to love the cornucopia machines
A game, a player, a muse and words.
Take a walk in my shoes
Sometimes, on rare occasions, continents collide.