A Woman Who Takes Her Time
A woman who takes her time moves slow. She knows what she is worth. She values herself enough that she doesn’t need to hook you quickly with her shiny carnal lures. She takes the time to see you...
A woman who takes her time moves slow. She knows what she is worth. She values herself enough that she doesn’t need to hook you quickly with her shiny carnal lures. She takes the time to see you...
I used to be a romantic. I even gave two wedding rings. Now I don’t believe in love. Because everyone I loved, stopped loving me. Conveniently or eventually. I don’t blame them. I stopped loving th...
A million love poemsAbout some girlWritten by some man.But maybe fiveProbably three,Were actually to the girl.The rest were written to himself,The craving to feel worthy,The chase to corrupt chas...
Chasing a girl with cards and flowers,Only to stop once you have her heart...That’s not Love. Opening your legs for a man,Just so you can get the ring...That’s not Love. Answering anger with ...
Inside every single one of us is a poet. If you can use words to describe a feeling, you are a poet. It isn't about meter and rhyme, it's about getting out of the way of the thing that you want to...
The warrior king walks into the woods. His fingers hold the lingering smell of savory meats and herbs, and his breath the scent of a beautiful woman’s surrender. Yet he feels alone. Discontent. ...
Can you say you’re lucky, When the universe hits you square in the jaw, Breaks your bones, You’re seeing stars, Sippin smoothie through wired bars, Can you say it then? “Wow, I’m blessed.” Can...
A man is a mountain. He is a bed for weary minds. A ladder for souls to climb. A haven for all the forsaken. He is a pilgrimage. A rite of passage. A wayfinder to God. Covered in snow, Covered ...
Dark NightsWe all have dark nights, And that’s alright. It’s part of our journey. When they come, we have a choice. We can either Cower in fright, Distract ourselves with Intoxication and perpetua...
A Man Without a MuseA man without a muse Is a greyhound without rabbit. He does not run to amuse Himself because he has a habit. A man runs because his muse Drools over stewed rabbit. Sure a m...