Maybe it is love. Maybe it is a strong lust that looks like love. Maybe it is a like that has traces of love. Maybe it is a false love with true buttons. Maybe it is true love caged in circumstances....At the end of it all i hope is no one get hurt. #iamwriting#writingcommunity
Maybe it is love. Maybe it is a strong lust that looks like love. Maybe it is a like that has traces of love. Maybe it is a false love with true buttons. Maybe it is true love caged in circumstances....At the end of it all i hope is no one get hurt. #iamwriting#writingcommunity
Skin on skin is fine but i prefer heart on heart,entwined, exchanged and merged so i cant separate mine from yours. That is the real deal for me. Lotus meditation is good but never compared to hearts heated to melt and beaten to form a sword. It means we fight together.#Blacksnow
She wrapped herself in her cries
Cleaned the sea floors for the night.
And embraced herself in her pains.
If she could change time.
She will still request to experience the pains.
Every pain is good.
It has lessons.
It made her lay a good
foundation for a her heart.
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Facing the sun and hoping it sinks down for a moon shift. All I need is a lift but guess what the drift from reality felt like. I'm over trending on the sun's shades for space that looks like roads. I don't need the sun that much than the one who created it. Oh read my smile.
Maybe it is love. Maybe it is a strong lust that looks like love. Maybe it is a like that has traces of love. Maybe it is a false love with true buttons. Maybe it is true love caged in circumstances....At the end of it all i hope is no one get hurt. #iamwriting#writingcommunity
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“Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.” — Paul Engle
Authors, I’ve had this convo w/ author friends a lot so I want to say it again in case someone needs to hear it. You’re allowed to disagree with your editor’s notes. You’re allowed to question them and ask for clarification or STET the requested change.
Play her chords well. Know the timing and the beat. Let your finger touch her world and make her heart lit the music from within. She can be a foe. She can be an ally. she is a sound. Make her a sound good. Play her chords well. She is the last good instrument you've got. #poetry
The gods may have slept
During may war when we were swept
Off our feet by our foe
Or we offended them?
I'm also a child of this land and
Suffered scars from this war.
Maybe i didnt seek the blessings
From the gods
Or i offended the gods
Please
Bless me for i am also a kinsman.
Heart strangled
Soul tangled
Hanged from heights of pain
At full glare of my nemesis.
The night with you was the best
Now the pain you left is the best
I hope to meet you again
But i will avoid your eyes
To escape your love pain.
I will try
I may try
If our eyes meet again.
Love they say is blind.
How come i can see her flaws
And still ingore it.
I guess that makes it sick.
I'm sure love is just sick.
And needs no cure.
The moment it gets healed
It becomes something else.
Love needs no healing.
Love is the cure to love.
#writing#poetry
Love they say is blind.
How come i can see her flaws
And still ingore it.
I guess that makes it sick.
I'm sure love is just sick.
And needs no cure.
The moment it gets healed
It becomes something else.
Love needs no healing.
Love is the cure to love.
#writing#poetry