My finger tips have never nibbled their way across your skin, they know not how it feels to be filled by the softness that pours through your pores from within Your delicate scent is yet to caress in a single...

Oceans flow in between conversations Mating with constellations Freeing our minds going with open eyes The world is a bad place for good people like us A Rebel living in a world of believers of vanity, sanity isn't normality we...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] when I was young I was a love song my smile was merry my heart, a ripe cherry my soul was a lyric eyes filled with wonder and magic when I was a young bloom I swept...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Don't hold me back Don't beg me "Stop" For these our eyes cannot annex the great river They've relished so well, the tasty soup, cooked with our tears Now I must leave to take from them the...

this week's writing prompt: I cried, but no one could hear me from the poem, Thief In The Night by DH Lawrence. DH Lawrence (b. 11 September 1885) died 2 March 1930 at the age of 44. 1 rule: SUBMIT...