#writerscreed

Despair is a wild thing in my chest that knows no repose. It fills my veins with spectres of hope that vanish and I drown in

"I live too much in my past that I have no control over my present"

Sleep is elusive. Hides in the back of my mind behind the myraid of fears I didn't know I have. I know I should sleep and

"I'm searching for someone that will savor my taste, not gulp me whole."

Always inventing New ways to hurt me Must be getting exhausting Don’t you see what you do? You must really think I’m a

somewhere there’s a place where our dark souls go to meet we are one in the same from this festering world that we came

My love, know I am smiling because your eyes are still in my mind and the feel of your hands still linger on every curve I have.

I love you most when you are is there something wrong with that?

Just promise you’ll love me One more night Just enough To make it feel alright Even if we’re playing pretend That we

Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug

I am the one that came from the sea with aquamarine waves at her feet. Wild and mysterious as the seaspray. I am the cry

All the warmth seemed to have left his limbs and concentrated in his heart, the blood pooling there, rushing, trying to

What is the rhythm of an embrace? Is it that of my heart or of his? Is it the one of our dreams? Is it the one of our

Lion’s Den

"The feeling of touching someones skin with Writing to you endlessly, my papercut dreams. I want to be tattood to

To have two people coincide at the exact same time when both have busy lives, responsabilities to bear, demands of time

At the end of every long,

come abuse me take all you can as long as you use me own me for a lifetime let me be yours your punching bag your

I’m really on the ledge this time Giving it all for you With nothing expected in return And I hate the way I always miss you,...

My lips wait, red pomegrantes ready for harvest, dripping sweetness, waiting anxiously.

You open my soul and found it's a poetry book I have that beats in my chest disguised as a heart.

Fingers entwined I smile like the sun My heart flies like the wind My soul breathes like a dream

I think you’re the love of my life and I’m afraid of letting you go.

Everyday life is a challenge. So many things we need to balance, the things we need to do, the things we want to do. So