Posted in New Post, Poetry

If Words Could Speak

They’re hesitant to be heard

Afraid of the reaction it might get

Afraid of how they’re perceived

No matter how many ways they’re expressed

They always come out with meaning,

Sometimes they’re interpreted lazily

They’re sorry when they’re hurtful

So they replace themselves with more compassionate meaning

The ones that makes you smile instantly

The one that make you pull you panties to the side,

and make up words that only make sense when you’re almost there

I love you

Lets do this

I’m sorry

But when there are no more words left to say

There is no more passion

We go silent

Eventually we disappear

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Safe Word

I am invisible to you

So I think

I fantasize about you daily

In hopes of manifesting you into my bed

Or yours

Intertwined in your soft thick thighs

You take the lead this time around

Planting kisses on every sensitive spot

Wrap your hand around my neck

That grip just makes everything that much more intense

Don’t hold back

I’m no angel

Treat me roughly

Do what comes to mind

My only safe word is more

It’s what I desire

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

I care enough to let go

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Sea of Thoughts By Lindsay Rapp

There is no room for me

I’ve tried placing myself in your space

We just don’t fit

You want it your way and I need it mine

I always knew we would part ways

Just not with hate in our hearts

You want what’s mine

You want my time

You want my mind

You want all of me

I’ve expressed my concern of ownership,

And I am not one to conform

I want what’s mine

I need my time

I cherish my mind

All of me is not an option.

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Baggage

Lost Suitcase By Mauel Garcia De La Cruz

Dealing with your trauma the best way I know how

Living and breathing on shells daily

Stuck under a rock and a wall you placed between us

Frozen at the front door of my own home

I see you working on demanding more of me

The look on your face when you think you’ve got it figured out

Afraid to let me in

I see the child and I want to set her free

But she can’t be freed here

 

 

 

 

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

En Route

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To the young girl with the empty notepad

Exploring the unknown

Trying to find the words to express her hurt

Her sadness

Yet, forgiveness

The darkness that forced her to leave

A place that is now so foreign

A place which awakens her with memories of drifting away slowly, forever

She never takes enough

An emptiness that you can hear from the outside of her body

Hallow and silent

Her destination surely determines her fate 

 

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Veil

You pretend there isn’t a storm

Nothing to protect you from the rain and hail

You walk barefoot in the alley

Glass hidden in the cracks of the pavement

Penetrating the soles of your feet

You never complained

You took on the ocean

You never swam in anything deeper than 5ft

Yet you rode waves

shaping your own reality

Living freely

You never feared a thing

You said it never existed

It was all an illusion

I found your diary

Your fears were hidden in thin pages

Wrinkles on each

Written in cursive

Numbered

I was number one

Posted in Poetry

Love like Honey

Lips like honey

Locked with intentions

I bite and suck, not missing a drop

So sweet and soft

Leaving my thighs sticky

You follow the aroma

Nose suddenly buried in my flower

I bloomed on a sunny Thursday morning

Your acrylic nails grip my plump ass

Watching The dip in your back

The motion was in your bare hips

The vibrations between my lips as you moan

I inhale

Then release

On your sweet Lips, like honey

Posted in Erotica, Poetry

6 a.m.

Still got the taste of you on the tip of my tongue

Legs wrapped around my neck like bear hugs

Sheets wrinkled;

gripped by your fingers

Scratches look like art on my shoulders

Moaning til the sun comes up

But I’ll still be down here

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post

The Art of Letting Go

Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to myself. I’ve begun to acknowledge the words I put into the universe; it always seems to come back 10x depending on what you put out. I’ve been extremely vulnerable these past few months and it’s taken me back a bit. I’m so raw and honest about my emotions and my position in life right now that I feel as though people are walking away. It’s really sad because I care for these people so much, but the reciprocation is nonexistent. I love and care for myself as well as them so much that I am allowing these beings to be set free from me. It hurts to see them slowing disappearing, but I know it is vital that I let go. In order for me to continue flourishing, I must do what feels right for all parties. Letting go and evolving into the woman I hope to be. Love yourself endlessly so that no one else feels they have to.