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 Apr 2019 aury
Jen Snow
Tattoo
 Apr 2019 aury
Jen Snow
Freud says tattoos
Are
The Manifestation
Of a
Trauma

Every point
A
Separate pain
We
Have
Suffered

It took
Two
And a
Half
Hours

To complete
The
Diary
Of my
Trauma

And half a million perforations

To convert
Those
Memories
Into something

New

And

Beautiful

To finally
Let go
Of the past
 Apr 2019 aury
ohellobeautiful
(you)
(move) to
rhythms (my)
(soul) can’t help
but d a n c e
(along)
to
you move my soul along
 Apr 2019 aury
Midnight
Everything
 Apr 2019 aury
Midnight
So sweet
So tender
Your hands
On my skin

Tracing
My collarbones
Smoothing
My hair

Your lips
Softly brushing
Breathing
On mine

So warm
Your chest
Pressed firmly
Onto mine

This time
I'm right
I feel
Complete

This time
I feel
The beauty,
Everything.
And this makes up for all the times I felt nothing, all the times I thought something about me was broken.  I was trying all the wrong places, but this time I found the right one.  Thank you for helping me feel it all.  Everything.
 Apr 2019 aury
Sandeep kumar
I'm never done with the innocence
You keep over your face.
It's so subtle, to understand,
Whether I'm in love;
Though I know, it's mere obsession
I had, for many other girls;
As many as a small boy can count.
It's so lovely, gazing you.
It's so lovely, imagining you.
But it's not lovely, to love you.
"And why? Ain't I prepared?"
I ask my heart.
"Of course you are,
But not for the heart break."
My heart replies.
 Feb 2019 aury
SeaChel
Only four letters
and simply one syllable;
such a dreadful word.
 Dec 2018 aury
pt
the atmosphere is scorching
the heat of your cruel intentions
spread like wildfire.
your dark
mysterious demeanor
draws me into bed.
and not straying from my
typical self
i am submissive
to the temperature.
the way it burns
leaves me begging for more.

the devil
is who you are.
malicious volition
that you circumvent
as an angel would.
which allows me
to disclose
im sleeping with the sweetest
of devils.
and i live for the pain.
 Nov 2018 aury
Penguin Poems
is there a reason
is it for pleasure or fun
that you mess with hearts?
 Nov 2018 aury
latavia
there’s no turning back.
she’ll never trust you again
 Nov 2018 aury
Katinka
Number 4
 Nov 2018 aury
Katinka
Sometimes I wonder

do you think of me
when you hear the song
the song that played when we first kissed
the song that we danced to

do you think of me
when you smell my perfume
the perfume that I left at your home
the perfume that I wore when we first met

do you think of me
when you hear my name
the name my mother gave me
the name you whispered in my ear

because I do
I skip our song because it takes me back
I have flashbacks when I smell your perfume
I avoid saying your name because it tears me apart

but I don´t think about you anymore
I just remember
because I learned
learned it is the past
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