I hate it when you have to be nice to someone you really want to throw a brick at.

Come a little closer
Let me put a smile
Upon those lips

How cute, this waiter brought me a fork to eat my fries, like I’m some kind of lady.

I dance with him slowly;
absorbing him in whispered aubades
savouring him in fingertip forages
aching
for his touch to mould me
the salt on our tongues with
a beggars need tasting every curve
by our song
bodies swaying as hips and thighs
whisper in
wanton heat of infernal flames

Some people are awake spiritually and here I am not able to awake from my sleep

Thieves shouldn't complain about empty vaults...

“We’re playing street hockey today. Wanna come?”

“Is your friend any good?”

“He’s decent.”

Every fucking time I visit a European Mediterranean culture I'm like fuck yeah being fucking annoyed with work here seems much more fucking tolerable

Trying a new style of poem each day for #NationalPoetryMonth , and today's style is Somonka, a Japanese love-letter form using Tanka.

I offer you the intimate portrait 'Cardinal Promises'...

If you ever think you’re going unnoticed? You’re not. You’re also not alone. I know sometimes it does really feels like it, but trust me, we see you.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but…

I am Groot.

Some people are written on your soul in permanent ink.

The magic of being happy with who makes you happy.

#reeking_lies
Burn her precious heart
Dreams crushed

#only8words

As spring slowly brings life into nature, Sundays are made for recharging one's self...🌱
Have a great day my friends ☀️
#nature #Sunday #selfcare
#April #photography
#NaturePhotography

There’s mad and then there’s Dad mad.

sorry
don’t talk much sometimes
peace isn’t easy for all
we battle for moments of liberation
cries not seen by others
no true silence
always this dull roar
off in the distance
but loud enough in my head
heading this way

#BraveWrite #Liberation #poetry #WritingCommunity

I sit with my ghost
Listening to the eerie patter of snow cloaking our world
In pristine white sheets

I've become a stranger to our memories
Removed from the banter of life, the laughter of our joy -
From the passion of your kiss

Why can't I feel the snowfall anymore?
It's cold…

the beauty of a poem lies in what it does not say

Slow golfers are a menace to society.