It’s one of those nights where the Stars don’t shine as bright. The late summers night wind banging against her body as she listens to the silence of the midnight sky. Surrounded by her demons and the torture of her thoughts the tranquility that darkness brings overshadowed by the constant banging, drowned by the constant overwhelming…
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Look Up
Ever stop and just look up, maybe not up, but just around? We live in a bubble titled “me” population “1” sometimes “3” but in the end still a dot in this unimaginably never ending beautiful Universe. Most wander without a clue of the other, while we all have a book and all wonder for…
My street
 I look up at the stars and I dream of  Warm summer nights filled with laughter, cold winter’s day filled with love  I speak to the Moon about what she’s seen and the pain she’s endured, she winks back as I tell her of the pain I’ve lived through while she was gone and the…
My Tinted Heart(Las Lagrimas Do Poeta by Ana Hatherly  inspired poem)
By- Gabriela Tejada You broke me It wasn’t a problem till you destroyed me with your daggered knife Left me Left me to fucking rot Used ME A Masochist. That’s my problem. A Sadist. That’s yours. A telescope of desires fixated by your touches and Stu pid Word’s your over sensual…
