Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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My home's a palace in the sky Here we don't cry Hurry through the door Melt on the floor Now let go of your foolish pride
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Enter every room quietly. Always stay quiet and listen. Let others tell your story, edit your pauses, supply the meaning.
Longing for a sweet kiss that never came Your body so close, but I couldn’t move Your lips—a siren—singing out my name
After you broke me, I sent a letter, a poem— After you broke me, I sent a letter, a poem— Screaming sadness, exposing my soul.
I grasped a cock I adored. Its girth left my senses implored. With a yank and a tease, I dropped to my knees. The unyielding rod left my throat sored.
you’re struggling to carry what i left behind searching for clues, still digging through the past each memory lights hidden caves in your mind
All personnel must attend to their own needs. Ignoring them results in emotional depletion. Softening behaviors to please others is strongly discouraged.
many times, we ignore what we need. training ourselves to be pleasing, to stay palatable, to be chosen, devaluing our worth so others call us loveable, to get more
For my fifty-sixth birthday my friends and I are wearing old wedding dresses. I am at a secondhand store, sifting through racks of prom
María left for a doctor’s appointment, said she’d be home in an hour— the kind of promise no one thinks to doubt. When the hour vanished and María didn’t appear,
Start by believing everyone sets out to be a monster. Use softness as bait. Tell yourself pain is the best teacher. Let it sharpen your teeth.
Nobody sets out to be a monster, but pain teaches you how to sharpen your teeth, how to use your softness as bait, shaping us into villains we never meant to be.
