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Rivi
Rivi
USA Fledgling poetess who feels. A lot.
I grow In your glow You are my Other Sun
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Other Sun
for a beautiful man who will not read this but should know that getting to know him although briefly awakened in me a curiosity and a passion and a drive to do more see more make more be more lessons from a younger man who has lived longer than me who has experienced loss like me and loss like I will never know his soul met mine and for a brief moment we shared time and space in another universe someday i hope to meet in person someone who often resides in my dreams and reminds me in my mind of the wonder of living for yourself
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
For a Beautiful Man
I’m haunted by the ghosts Of men Who came into my life and Shook it up Made it nicer and More fun Who left or Faded away They wander the halls Of my mind and From time to time I smell them Or hear them Feel them Look for them but They are gone The house is empty But its okay Its okay
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
Just Me & My Ghosts
When the air is still And crisp And not a sound is heard As the sharpest of minds Do wander And fixate on the absurd When the dark is Overpowering And the witches thrive Is when my soul Starts to awaken And I feel the most alive
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
Witching Hour
Take me to bed In the forest So I can feel the cold damp earth Against my naked back Look up And see in your eyes A desire burning for eons Draw the doubt from my soul Through my lips The only witnesses are the trees As you press me into the ground Electricity where our skin touches The only sounds are our Gentle hymnal moans between gulps of air Kiss my translucent skin Taste my hunger for you As we reach a fervent crescendo That rips me in half
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Crescendo
I lost a lot of me To be enough for you I deserve someone Who makes me their Everything
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
I lost a lot of me
We have made love A thousand times Over hundreds of Years But I ache For our first kiss
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Old Soul
even the mightiest mountains are shaped by their experiences. how silly to think that a human is not.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
Mountains
Sleep is the less greedy brother of death.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
Sleep
No one is made to be One hundred percent alone Even islands Need the ocean
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Even Islands