#hangout
my stomach,
it twists and it turns.
Should I go or should I stay?
These thoughts surround my head,
Scared of what lies ahead.
What could go wrong?
I'm not sure that I belong.
Oh silly me, just be free!
For this is your only chance to feel alive again.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC
Good morning sunlight!
When you get up in the morning
to go out to work to struggle to fight.
To see you is such delight!
No matter what your personal strife.
Your about that earning a living to make a good life.
Your a man.. Of passion love and support.
Your dedication who could abort.
I admire, Your stability the strength and fire.
Keep laboring hard staying on your grind.
Doing what you need to to have peace of mind.
may our lil naughty behaviors be forgiven.
As grace puts us in a better needful state within.
Meaning keeping emotions in check
spirit cleansed to come correct.
Your passion I can't resist and
your way seems so perfect.
A friendship I can't reject!
If your fat or thin, You'd still be adorable and lovable.
So hard to scold.
Just wanta keep you your so superfly ...
Your so handsome I like your style I won't lie.
Creamy brown sensation
you rock my inner nations,
Hey Mister can a Sista..
Just roll wit cha.
From day One I knew.
There was something special about you!
sharday3.. the rosepoet..
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
Back in the small town,
we hung around the gas station
in the afternoons and at night.
We drank cartons of iced tea
and laughed about nothing.
We watched others live
the lives we wanted,
but weren't quite ready
to begin.
—Ron Gavalik
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Here I am, with the same energy as when I first met you.
You wanted to bury me so many times.
You said last time that I was too young to hangout with you.
And so you were at war with your mind because of it.
We met in summer.
In that bar where I used to sing Blues.
You tried to look for me in others, but nobody has what I have.
The free spirit, the contagious energy of the 70's and the poetry in the eyes
So many times I lost myself in your kisses.
I felt so alone without you around.
You are so charismatic, you are so involvent.
I tried to remember when our souls met...
While I caressed your gray hair.
Ecsaty was what you called me.
I lived high and alone.
You asked me so many things that night.
If I was happy to live ...
Are you afraid of die?
Are you afraid to scream?
Are you afraid to give in?
All the questions were answered when I kissed you.
Your skin on mine.
I like to feel it.
While you played guitar and sang blues.
You said I deserved diamonds, wreaths and serenades.
I could not contain myself when you were with me.
It was so clear that you were the one for me.
Put your hand on my waist.
Every time you tightened my waist, your desire for me increased.
I could feel your breath catching.
You took off my clothes and I took yours.
And you almost have a heart attack.
Because you find yourself admiring my naked and wet body.
You said that I was a fascinate young woman.
My moans were like a song to you
You got lost in the sound of my moans.
You were lost in my body.
I smelled young spirit .
You said that I made you dream so high.
See the universe you could explore in my body.
Being able to touch me and to achieve what only you can.
You said I was magnetic, I had something that reminded you of freedom and made you want to live.
Every time you moaned I felt alive.
You spoke in my ear that that you liked when I was wild.
I can not imagine how this moment can someday become a forgetfulness
But life with you makes more sense.
Every time our souls met, it was an intense moment.
When I am with you, I can not find direction in my heart.
I am lost
Lost in you.
You said it was our last night tonight
Are you going to leave me again?
Do you want to start a fight between your heart and your mind again?
Are you not tired of your rollercoaster of emotions?
All I know is that you don't want to say goodbye.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Going up to the top of the hill
Above the city where I go to chill
The lights shine below
Like stars all aglow
Lay low, the sun droped on the horizon on the other side of the valley the moon is rising
I've got a chill vibe. A rocky hill vibe so leave the drama on the valley floor when we arrive
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
he finds her hang out
alone, with a phone indoors.
seduced by smart phone.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
We all have a place we frequent
Like the upscale coffee shop down the high street
Where (pseudo)intellectuals like to meet
Over coffee, books, and (as they claim) their wit
Or the small dingy pub tucked away in small corners
With little light, a low ceiling and limited seats
The odd crowd, cheap drinks, and a hangover guaranteed
Some, it's wide open spaces like parks
Set up a little picnic and watch the stars
Or sleep beneath the faint afternoon sun
Others seek the therapy of retail
Cashmere sweaters and preppy coattails
With evenings downed in fancy cocktails
Sometimes I feel like standing on the edge and flying high
With the world so little around
Lights blinking and dancing in the distance
Skyscraper silhouettes barely recognizable in an instant
But mostly, there is a place I frequent
When there is real cause for celebration
When it feels like nothing could go wrong
Almost as if the stars were placed in the sky
So I could reach up to pluck them
Save myself a little of their glow
Whenever the times feel like hitting hard
On nights that feel empty and alone
When there seems to be no way out of misery and doubt
And all the questions go unanswered
It only gets better
Even without beer
Or long drags and puffs in between
Because being in that place
Seated on the steps
Has become the sole real cause for celebration
There is that feeling of a fleeting, momentary escape
Almost as if actually slipping away
Into the night, away from the worries of the day
I have learned to recognize that feeling of escape
Seated on the steps
And staring at the sky
Right there, down the hall past the heavy metal door
In the fire exit.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC