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  • Can’t get you off my mind 🖤
  • Can’t get you off my mind 🖤
  • 1602 15 12 hours ago
  • Who's somebody you enjoy the good times with? Follow for more daily love and life poetry straight from the heart!
  • Who's somebody you enjoy the good times with? Follow for more daily love and life poetry straight from the heart!
  • 1002 36 3 days ago
  • you are free to move on
  • you are free to move on
  • 9113 35 4 days ago
  • This is love. Part of a 5-day poetry challenge I participated in this week. Follow for more daily love and life poetry straight from the heart!
  • This is love. Part of a 5-day poetry challenge I participated in this week. Follow for more daily love and life poetry straight from the heart!
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  • #the4thwindow 
May I never fall for the deception of happiness, again. 
Convincing me to pursue its direction,
Then leaving me, lost. 
May I never ...
  • #the4thwindow May I never fall for the deception of happiness, again. Convincing me to pursue its direction, Then leaving me, lost. May I never fall for its clever disguise. A beautiful display of what my life could be, Placing it with my grasp. Then casually pulling away whenever I try to make it mine, This fickle thing, you. Constantly falling for your old tricks, Knowing exactly what I crave, Knowing exactly what void I long to fill. May I never cast my hopes in you, again.
  • 3 1 9 hours ago
  • Eternity is now ⏳
@drkczr
  • Eternity is now ⏳ @drkczr
  • 142 5 11 hours ago
  • Precipitation messy

When the rains fall
Situations get muddy
If life was a college course
I would be a bad study
When the rains fall
You see the u...
  • Precipitation messy When the rains fall Situations get muddy If life was a college course I would be a bad study When the rains fall You see the ugly come out Fake friends for finders fees... And somebody's always wanting something... A trade for a trade... Favors come with a lofty tag And nobody's payin... It's funny how life will do you when you're not on your P's & Q's Find yourself in enough jams Then you realize nobody's fuckin with During life's downpours You find out who's who in this laden hoax charade Shit... None of em' realizing all the moves behind the scenes And insurmountable obstacles a man is faced with... Supports a bare minimal... Some nights, fighting off these demons... Secretly fiending the life of a criminal due to wages minimal A cynical soldier fighting not to fall to the cracks and crevices of decay... Anything to find legitimate ways to make my way... Sittin on chances slim in hallways dim With a bad back and broke limbs Another dreaded corner to bend... Many prayers to the heavens I send Disability, numerous appointments and court appearances....yeah....like I need more disappointment... Rain Rain... Don't see it going away anytime soon A real good time for this gift to make room Impatient with the wages of anger consumed.... Just a case of bad timing consumed... As I spark another cancer... Maybe my answers rest with the resting moon..... Copyright©2019 Roberto D. Styles Follow @authorstyles77 on @mirakeeapp #mirakee #poems #poetry #writersnetwork #quotes #quote #writersofinstagram #stories #ttt #quoteoftheday #writersofig #poetrycommunity #igpoet #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #writer
  • 7 2 11 hours ago
  • this is a very sensitive topic ive written about. .victim blaming. why didn't you speak up? why didn't you tell anyone? why didn't you resist? why ...
  • this is a very sensitive topic ive written about. .victim blaming. why didn't you speak up? why didn't you tell anyone? why didn't you resist? why did you do this why did you do that..only people who are not victims of assualt can ask these questions. there is so much insensitivity in people, they are just full of it. it's not easy, it's the hardest fucking thing to do in this world..“speak up” that doesn't guarantee anything, nor justice, nor safety. resist? if your definitions are so black and white, then open your eye...kids.. people in relationships.. dubious consent .. to resist, when you don't even know it's wrong ...this society has always favoured the perpetrators, never the victims. each time there's a movement, people work harder to silence it..each time someone wants help, there are more people mocking them..this is a sad place to be..please if someone comes up to you to just talk..listen to them, that's the least anyone of us can do. take care of each other.
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  • TAN SOLO QUIERO

Quiero ser ese niño que un día se hizo hombre,
ese loco bajito que se mete en los charcos,
ese que era feliz con un aro y un palo....
  • TAN SOLO QUIERO Quiero ser ese niño que un día se hizo hombre, ese loco bajito que se mete en los charcos, ese que era feliz con un aro y un palo. Quiero volver a ver mis primeras palabras aquellos balbuceos el talco entre las sábanas, el tierno sonajero que mi llanto callaba ruedas de cascabeles que mi día anunciaban. Quiero ser el chupete de dulce caramelo, ese que no se acaba pues morderlo no puedo, chuchería deliciosa que se te llevan lejos esas manos que traen el amor en su seno que te hacen sentir limpio te renuevan completo, para volver a darte con frescor perfumado ese sabor a fresa para verte contento. Hoy quiero gatear, tirar del mantel fuerte para ver como caen los cubiertos al suelo, quiero ser ese niño que perseguía un sueño ser el adolescente que abandonó sus juegos para empezar a andar por un camino nuevo. Un sendero de signos y de cuerdas de acero, diapasones de ébano, de palisandro indio, ese barniz que brilla cuando la luz acerco. Quiero ser ese hombre que ha cambiado su vida, ese escritor nocturno que fuma en su cocina, el que amanece pronto, el que escribe sin tinta, ese olor a café que dirige su pluma. Solo quiero ser yo un hombre enamorado, el que respira paz, el que duerme tranquilo. Soy ese niño grande que un día se dio cuenta que el reclamar ayuda no es ninguna deshonra solo es rehacer tu mundo cuando se desmorona. Miguel Ángel Poeta Namasté (Reservados derechos de autor)2016 Leer más ➡️ #amazon 👇💯👇💯😍😉😎 🅽🅰🅼🅰🆂TÉ Leer más ➡️ 👇👇👇 relinks.me/B075GPXY9H #mywords #igpoet #instapoet #typewriter  #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetryislife #paint #writing #poetsofig #fellings #prose #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #creative #wordgam #instapoetry #poems #poema #poem #emotions #art #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #prilaga #creativewriting #poenoftheday #writingcommunity #poetry
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  • Can’t get you off my mind 🖤
  • Can’t get you off my mind 🖤
  • 1602 15 12 hours ago
  • Watch The YouTube Edit 👁
Follow For More Mic Time 🎙️🔥
  • Watch The YouTube Edit 👁 Follow For More Mic Time 🎙️🔥
  • 60 5 12 hours ago
  • like vagrants at a burn barrel, our impetuous hands return every night... to set the mood, we salt the earth with ingenious crotch shots. at the pr...
  • like vagrants at a burn barrel, our impetuous hands return every night... to set the mood, we salt the earth with ingenious crotch shots. at the premium channel of her viral epitaph, i pledge apocryphal safe words. however, her merciless dubstep reduces my heartfelt poetry to balls deep mumbo jumbo. by the precise coincidence of superior mechanical effort, my cuckoo clock conquers her military time zone. at zero dark thirty, the criminal record she handcuffs to my spanking hot fingerprint analysis induces a red carpet to explode from my quivering panic room. suffering is the poor man's aphrodisiac and our self defeating passion falls well below the poverty line. for posterity's sake, i utilize my backwater survival instincts to stock her drowning pool with newborn cannon fodder. the operating strength of her labia is a cozy straitjacket and when she ties my knot the heavens rain pretzels. i insure our pathological ecstasy will never be reproduced whence i bury her toxic womb in a futuristic potter's field (and) make elegant worm food of her purple clit. i prolong her agonized fuck face with astronomical head games, then, in the garish humidity of famous last words, before vanishing, i profane her ancient ruins. with outrageous ardor, she searches for my infamous disco ball. the splat of her sultry teardrops bongo like war drums on my circumcised helmet. to taunt her multi-dimensional wrath, i slide meticulous rainbows into her muddy self refraction. for a radius of myriad occasions, she staples xeroxes of my exaggerated penis onto anatomical flag poles, while i twiddle thumbs in the subliminal ether, confounding her confrontational stalk with knockoff treasure maps stenciled by the flicker of lodestars made disreputable by the adversarial parallax of siamese cyclops. to this day, she bloats my syringe with terminal vacuoles.
  • 11 2 13 hours ago