Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams— not the sharpness of slammed doors, not the names that split her seams?
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Now you’re gone Now I’m down Now this stings Can’t forget Can’t let go Can’t move past Was it real?
We finished all the wine tonight Heads feeling light The room goes still Our secrets spill Confessing smoldering desire
My home's a palace in the sky Here we don't cry Hurry through the door Melt on the floor Now let go of your foolish pride
Enter every room quietly. Always stay quiet and listen. Let others tell your story, edit your pauses, supply the meaning.
Longing for a sweet kiss that never came Your body so close, but I couldn’t move Your lips—a siren—singing out my name
After you broke me, I sent a letter, a poem— After you broke me, I sent a letter, a poem— Screaming sadness, exposing my soul.
I grasped a cock I adored. Its girth left my senses implored. With a yank and a tease, I dropped to my knees. The unyielding rod left my throat sored.
you’re struggling to carry what i left behind searching for clues, still digging through the past each memory lights hidden caves in your mind
All personnel must attend to their own needs. Ignoring them results in emotional depletion. Softening behaviors to please others is strongly discouraged.
many times, we ignore what we need. training ourselves to be pleasing, to stay palatable, to be chosen, devaluing our worth so others call us loveable, to get more
For my fifty-sixth birthday my friends and I are wearing old wedding dresses. I am at a secondhand store, sifting through racks of prom
