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aya Jun 7
the hardest part of loving someone isn’t the part where you let go of them – it’s letting go of the future that was supposed to be
broke up with him last week and somehow, i miss the feeling of talking to him and getting butterflies but it is what it is :')
Poetry by MAN May 17
Wizard of word
My style absurd
Cross the line
The one that's blurred
What is written
May never be spoken
Feed the minds
Till they open
What is my magic?
Let me define
It's the rhythm
Laced with rhyme
Reach beyond
Transcend time
Work together
Humanity will climb
Ego power
Wilt like a flower
Without praise or constant shower
Needs a stroke every hour
All for fun
My words will run
Till the magic I become
Some may think an awful fate
An endless palette to create
Splash of love dab of hate
Master balance become great
For those who speak but are never heard
Living with sickness that can be cured
Every emotion must be stirred
You are too Wizard of word
Some freestyle I wrote awhile ago..
Giant golden orb, primed,
the Scorpions tail delivers her blow
And I, in futile preparedness,
crushed between her barb and the centaurs insecure rage.
Unabashed love the second casualty
as Mars raised his sword 3 times and struck with Aries force,
a tsunami into gentle waters.
Later the fish, the fish in the whirlpool,
he chewed mercilessly,
he was not hungry for flesh but for innocence
and he feasted to corruption.
And I, with bitter hopefulness,
purged the fish through one way inverse fury.
Adrift at sea, the second god of war,
carried to lucent quartz shores,
captured the tsunami for his salvation, dragging her to the desert.
And I, all watery doggedness, laboured for her a thorny oasis
from which the second god of war was banished.
Whence fair daughter of Gaia in refined tenderness,
delivered the gift between life and language,
Blushing song of refuge.
aya Mar 2
you remind me
of something
that never happened
i find it hard to open up to him which really ***** because it ends up hurting both of us
aya Feb 27
i lost my soul to
a boy, somewhere far along
the way with no love
finally in shs!! been super busy and didn't get the chance to update here :(( happy new year!!
Poetry by MAN Dec 2020
Once in a Blue Moon I think of you
That isn't true every Moon I do
In the stars I see your face
I close my eyes share your space
Never far always here
In my dreams you appear
Become a man discover love
Search for truth hovers above
On a journey far within
We find each other begin again
Midnight kisses caught in memories swoon
Souls waltz forever under Blue Moon..
I finally took time to edit this one..
Poetry by MAN Dec 2020
I live
Much more I have to give
I write
To set imagination aflight
I feel
A hunger but not for meal
I need
Failures to succeed
I'm still around love y'all!!!
xavier thomas Aug 2020
One minute I’m receiving passionate love.
Next minute I’m trying to avoid your stubborn pride.
Loyalty is a turns on
True friend in the long-run.
Gaining your trust when I show you honesty.
You teach me your love language comfortably in between these sheets.
Low-key sweet but like to be naughty
Hot temper
Mouth cold as ice
Fierce & feistiest woman alive.

I swear you’re so complex, yet your appeal is cute.
What is your secret Ms. Thang? 👀
Raven May 2020
It’s beautiful, a feeling of pure darkness and intensity.
It’s freeing, like a raven in a cage waiting to break free.
It’s dangerous, opening yourself up to such a matter of inner conscious.
Losing self control and letting yourself go.
The dead sleeps still, the graveyard whispers pain and sin.
It’s midnight, I’ve been in this beautiful place for so long.
It’s peaceful, like I am one with the dead of night.
I felt something I didn’t feel in a really long time.
I felt like I belonged, like the spirits surrounded me in welcoming peace.
At first I felt a heaviness, a blockage in my throat.
They felt threatened, thinking I was invading their space.
When they realized, I’m one of them, just another lost soul.
Lines and lines and wired times.
Fading into the abyss and getting high.
The spirits communicate with me, I can feel their energies like an instant magnetic pull.
I can feel their pain, their sadness, their hardships, their madness. I can feel it all, and I soak in energies like a sponge, I can’t help it. Intuition kicks in and I can’t even block it.
It’s intense and beautiful, the fog and misty air.
The dark light, and despair.
It was the best experience I’ve ever had in a really long time.
The graveyard in the back of the church, where true love sleeps, souls stay forbidden, sacred, ridden in deep.
A hidden passage way to the unknown and discreet.
I finally found where I belong, for I am a lost soul, buried six feet deep.
There is a church a few houses down mine in the area. I was also scared to enter, until I found a little graveyard in the back. The energy was intense and beautiful. I felt myself be known and understood in that atmosphere. It was peaceful, knowing the spirits were all blessed and accepted me into their sacred space.

My Scorpionic energy at its highest. My alter ego coming out to play.
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