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The greatest revenge is blossoming when everyone tried everything in their power to bury you. 🌱

I hung around waiting for another to use me The way he did There was something about his brand of abuse That somehow made me feel alive Still invisible But held together by the glue of his gaze When days blurred into nights And I disappeared into bottles The message imprisoned behind my fractured glass read "Save yourself, girl." And so I did.

I got time To listen to you whine About this body of mine Why does she show it all the time? Calling something art doesn't make it fine For shame Body frame Disgraces her family name By never falling into line Unclothed skin Unclothes she who lies within Her know-how Could never prevent Anatomy from becoming A proclamation of sin What is this shell But porous flesh We cannot resist As the blood begins to swell That's why we use it to sell Our goods, Our time, Ourselves Pray tell The cost of living this kind of hell Universe created no creature more Disgusted by their natural form Openly abhor The human part of being Collective consciousnes Filtered through cracked screens Attempt to keep our chaos clean Haunted by the thought That we are better off unseen

Hey y'all! . SO tomorrow is the last day of April! Which means IT'S GONNA BE MAY! (Yes, I said that in my best Justin Timberlake impression).. and that means Bri and I have the pleasure of introducing you to this month's theme which is.......... *drum roll* ........INTIMACY! 🔥💞👌🏼 . . Intimacy is often associated solely with sexual interactions, when, in fact, it is defined as "closeness," or "familiarity." . Too often we forget to pursue a level of intimate understanding of ourselves, constantly expending our energy (sexual and otherwise) outwardly. . For May, we are rebuilding/fine tuning these connections with ourselves and with others, remembering that Intimacy comes in many forms. Of course the sexy stuff is fun too, but what is sex without trust, without communication, without understanding and acceptance? . Please join us on this journey as we delve into the importance of healthy connecti...

It takes two to tango, But only one to dance Leaves me shuddering at the thought Of a second chance At romance Time ceases With my heart Again in your hands What I know of seconds is they have a way Of always slipping away Slowly When the clouds resonate a dark gray Heartache hangs closely And I'm mostly Expecting The onslaught of rejection Guts twist In the midsection Redirection Of my intentions Suddenly I'm craving your attention Daydream indulgence In the different dimensions Of your affections What is love but another segmented season To dive into believing That we fall for honorable reasons To revel in the death of all the reds and golds To grasp at every syllable in quiet spells on untouched scrolls Reigniting our ember souls Misspoken words are the only ones which seem to be heard Side by side, two estranged worlds Intersect and twirl Cracks in her porcelain mask reveal the face of a scared little girl One second was split for these emo...

I give my time, you want my space I give my words, you want my taste I give my rhymes, you want a place Immortalized by my grace I give my flesh, you want my skin I give you solace, you want my sins I let you in, you want within Rims only frame the places we cannot hide Lies corrode the surfaces of every human eye

I have been feeling nostalgic as of late.. nostalgic for these words and feelings which have since turned foreign to me. To love with a fragile heart is a dangerous game... Scared and fickle, still she upturns rocks whose affections lay hidden from her. Bold little thing. Far braver and more boisterous than I. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Those of you who know me might have heard me consider myself "undateable." No, this is not to say that I don't feel love. Quite the contrary, I feel love so deeply, too often to the point of self destruction. Since separating from my marriage, the last year and a half has incurred a period of immense introspection and growth for me. This time has taught me so much about the proper use of ego/self love versus intuitive empathy, and my ability to control how every situation affects me. I used to feel I was at the mercy of my emotions, blindly lead by these feelings whether they positively served me or not. "A walking, bleeding heart...

Crooked smirk, chubby cheeks Some people say you resemble me But you are every bit unique Peppered with the duality Of your Daddy's interests Your Mama's mischief Your Grandma's heart And your Papa's affinity for Sweet Tarts Silly and smiling we sway and sing You get that twinkle in your eyes when you're learning, Beautiful little thing The way you suck your lips in when you're thinking... Or when you're hiding something Brightly radiating Like the days of summer on which you were born Water in Sun resonates warmth A balance between adventure and emotion Equally tumultuous, waves of ocean Crashing playfully against the shore When I look at you, I see more.. More to experience, more to grow I daydream about all the places we'll go To give our Wild the space it needs To wiggle our toes Test all the waters we have yet to see I promise, I have so many plans for you and me They're closer than you think Just reach up for the star...

You spread your branches out wide Enough to catch me Coarse and rigid bark Dripping sweet and sappy I find myself wandering outside On days like these To enjoy an afternoon swing Back and forth, Back and forth Not always sure If I'll keep coming back Maybe One day I'll stay But what's the fun in knowing that I know I never said for keeps But freedom sometimes seems so lonely And my love tires, As she sleeps  Dormant within me Still playfully hung up By what used to be her noose Now just looking for a sturdy branch to tell her This isn't the kind of game you have to lose Something about tire swings in summer Always sounded like good news Unaffected by the loose screws Barely hanging on by worn threads Even amongst an icy winter frost I seek the softness of your breath Leaving behind secret whispers Decoded on foggy panes Stories of what comes after springtime rains Familiarity of this space ...

If he can't stimulate both your mind and your heart, why let him attempt your clit and g spot?

Distant hearts closely catch a beat Melodic synchronicities, I tap my feet Smiles flash to a lit up screen Barely strangers With a couple beers in between Unfamiliar sheets Warmed textures with a singular heat Comfort whenever our gazes meet Nostalgic for that high school sweet When I interlace your arm around me Feelings lifted Like balloons with no strings Give me your time, Give me your everything Even momentarily "Do not disturb" Posted below the room key

Let me be your mirror So I can reflect my favorite parts of you I know you struggle to see Disenchant you of your ego So you can find beauty even in every broken piece Mosaic, melancholy Your story is not that of fairy tales Eyes turned towards the sea With neither wind nor holes amidst your sails Calm waters, prepare for tumult and storm Nourishing secret gardens, You'd rather walk amongst your thorns Taste of sweetest nectar Kept hidden like Eden's lush They try to drown themselves in your fruitful touch You question your ability to trust The fragility of yonic lust The stars have never been too big To satiate your captivated gaze Navigating this celestial maze Just to live amongst their haze Stardust fractal debris I wish that you could stay Gravitating towards me.. The way Moon dances in every phase Dark circles traced Spinning nights into daze I am the ocean calm rippling at the sight Of your beauty, So close lingering in the sky I could almos...

I want to tell you "fuck you" I do.. But the only words to escape did not describe the hate Seething at the brim of my eyelids Okay, "hate" is strong and mostly inaccurate Because I really only hate feeling so foolish "Fuck this shit" "Fuck me" I can't close these heavy things Without envisioning your smile behind them I want to say any of this to you, But all I could construe From this scene of trite obscenities is "I miss you" And "What did I do?" I've never been so confused As to how somebody could feel as deeply as you do And still turn both eyes blind To the massacre such affections could possibly leave behind Add me to the collection of heartache in your wake Tell me that it was not my love you wished to take Or hers, or hers, or hers.. Tell me about how your disclaimer helps you sleep at night Even though I know it still keeps you up Analyst of all things thought and yet you still cannot...

We've been tiptoeing along this edge for too long Flirting with the idea of sacred wrongs I want to memorize your crescendo like a song I like Tempt my tongue with the taste of insight I thought I was well acquainted with this badness, Really just compensation for my love of sadness, Now torture becomes this madness.. Thighs caressed, lips licked wet I beg you to show me what bad is In ways I have yet to imagine, Hungry for my lucid daydreams of you, Come feed me in this time of famine Drench me amidst the desert drought And I'll show you how you quench my thirst from the inside out Bitten lip solace Secrets whispered upon flesh Queen turned Goddess As our molecules entangle and mesh Commanding phallus Tastes of vulnerability and control As I lick labrynths into skin And find my way into your soul You bless me in the satisfaction Of natural reaction Without holding back for fear of distraction I cannot distract that which the spirit commands of me Blaz...

It is far too difficult to understand why we pine for those who hurt us, Why we allow our love and energy to be expended on those who will never love us back ..at least not in the way we need to feel healthy and nurtured Just remember that a seed must first break before it sprouts, And that a flower bud needs rain to bloom. -rs.darko

I buried my face in the clothes you left behind Foolishly hoping some scent remained in them for me to miss, Desperately clinging to the fibers like they couldn't accept the terms of our goodbye, Like they couldn't forget the quiver of our last kiss Faded polaroid photos.. Snapshot facades convicted in a thousand lies of happiness Even pictures could see that those memories were never meant to last And finally they and we could rest To be honest, I barely recognize the man from those photos And I've forgotten who that girl is...

I am a creator of many things, And a destroyer of more, A curator of admirers Like most collections I have no need for.. I've grown out of this affinity for love and lore Still I pine for distractions whenever I'm bored - rs.darko

When our wants grow beyond our means to attain them, we must then look inward and ask, "what do I need?" Because only when we nourish ourselves with that which we need, can we realize that the wants to exceed the brim of this chalice is only with profound understanding of self. You cannot overflow that which is empty of substance. "Feeling Abundant" - rs.darko

Mountain needs no sun Mountain has enough fire for one Tectonic shift Some may say destructive But the glow of magma resides, Hiding, buried deep within Sifts through rubble earth, Salt rock and pressure Surfacing gieser gushing through internal weather A power no man can measure Let mountain find pleasure, Patience, Self-addressed love letters Mountain turned volcano And she's never felt better

Being alone doesn't have to mean being lonely It's not like you could possibly be the only One who's been thinking, wishing, "If only they could hold me..." A common thought and yet not often spoken boldly When you're scared of being torn apart, Because you've barely begun unfolding I crafted myself this paper crane heart To fly away before it's stolen, While the weight of my words Keep pressing pause like semicolon Leave them speechlessly in awe, Feeling moved, though their feet are frozen This might not be the life we'd chosen But it's the truth we choose to speak Trampled earth remains the same no matter underneath whose feet Footprints in the sand reveal it's always just been me Push and pull of currents, still my gaze turned towards the sea Reflected depths of mystery Layers of both darkness and clarity I need both to fully see Transcendental in whatever my mental state may be I remind myself how to breathe Soli...