Black nightsleep tightcreeping creaturethoughts featurerampant racingadrenaline pumpingthumping heart.Black nightcount sheepcrush the creeping thinkingshrink the thinkingblock thinkingstop thinki...
We could just call them nocturnal birdsThe same bouncing souring as swallows:Dips,Dives,Digesting insects to equal their body weight.Sleep away the day, just hanging outWaiting for their night fl...
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This poem is wishful. .wistfulWhistle fears into the darkSpark hopeScope out the dreamsthat mean the mostMark out those goalsBe wishful, even when wistfuland whistle whteverbrings joy into beingS...
Dear Rachael, After years of joy with Jamila Mai It’s very hard to say goodbye. Rachael! making us all grow daring baring our bellies! Our thighs shaking like jellies, as we shimmied our way to...
That was way too much . cheesecake, Valentine.This queasy belly surges . with regret. We may love chocolate, but . a little is better than . a lot.Your love is sweet enough, . perhaps.
Whispers through the pines makepromises of tomorrow Rings inside fallen trees reveal long history This place, firmly locked in now, hints of a future. Inhale it all..We are forest.What is yet to ...
In my hand. a tiny precision instrument. words form on the pageI am part of history. pen wielder. word maker. story spinnerHere in my hand the power. to change the world. throu...
She seeks the hope in joyful gazeShe longs for peace amid the frayShe speaks her love along the wayShe trusts her future through the hazeShe creates contentment every day.
When it isWhere it is. possibilityWhy it isHow it is. Really- could it be?What it isWho it is. I think maybe. me.
So many criteriafor a deceptively simple task.Light weight. useful. fun. full to over-flowing with loveSmall tokens are all I canpack in a bagOnly miniscule metaphors for myimmeasu...