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whomthegodswoulddestroy: sassybrain: I JUST FOUND COMEDIC GOLD ON A PORN WEBSITE OMFG I WAS LOOKING UP PORN TO SHOW MY ROOMMATE JAMES DEEN AND I FOUND A GUY WHO CALLS HIMSELF LIMERICK LARRY AND HE WRITES POEMS ABOUT THE PORN VIDEOS I CAN’T BREATHE
I want to write poems on your skin with my mouth…
sweetlittlewallflower: “In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ― Rumi
daenso: conceptethics: do kyungsoo meets daenso’s gloomy poems lineart dedicated to my lost piece of heart cause it’s her birthday: doresque
“…The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.” My favorite poem. Comments/Questions?
‘zander and I were reading this and both thought, “Wow, replace ‘Sir’ with ‘Daddy” and you capture our lives perfectly…it almost reads like a poem. Waiting in my bedroom by @sirdomsubmaleNo matter how many times, it’s always the
sarcasmosaur: Somebody posted a dalek version of this poem And then I wasted my whole day on this PRIORITIES
kinkycasey: Erotic Story Saturday! This is one of my fav poems about a non-kinky boy who meets a kinky stripper named Nikki. The best part is that its totally RUFIO aka Dante Basco!! Who knew he was poet!? (I promise I will read one myself tomorrow!
Your Hands Don’t forget - April is National Poetry Month. One of my favorite tumblr writers has posted a wonderfully sensual poem. Making her way back to the Library dais, this is the lovely and talented… isabellab4: Your Hands… Your
deluminator: my mom is rly gonna love this poem
elegant-poem: I must be pretty sane then :) good because i found myself questioning my sanity HAHAHA jk, kinda~ • so it’s raining again yay….. #harrypotter #lunalovegood #slytherinhts (Taken with Instagram)
quagmirelois: a book with poems….. We’re going to a gang bang my brother bert and me we know this girl with great big boobs who does it all for free we’re going to take her bra off her knickers and her jeans and take her back to our house and give
wat I just found a poem I wrote two years ago on my Myspace.
pale-collarbones: are-soul: paleograqhy: are-soul: mvgtvr: don’t rain on my pale-rad ok DARK PALE dark DARK PALE send me poems
bookshavepores: John Keats’ handwritten poem “To Fanny”. The page reads: Ah dearest love! sweet home of all my fears,And hopes, and joys, and panting miseriesTo night, if I may guess, thy beauty wearsA smiling of such delight,As brilliant and as
she kissed me… and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips… ward elliot hour
housewifesecrets: If my man wrote me poems like this I wouldn’t say no to anything
sergioalbiac: Manuscript self portrait of Arthur Rimbaud - Generative calligraphic collage using one of his manuscript poems Part of my Great artists self-portraits series of generative collages. facebook
visual-poetry: »bye« by anatol knotek animated version, from my »anachronism« book (unique, handmade chapbook, 16 poems, DIN A6, with sewn bindings;) [if you like to buy the book, please contact me on tumblr or via email: anatol(at)anatol(dot)cc]
subbybaby: sirpent89: girl-submissive: A man with OCD recites a poem about his one true love. It’s heartbreaking. I very nearly shed a tear I will post this every time it hits my dash I. Cry. Love
Lookin a bit stripy at the moment lol TIGGER! Actually that’s the name of one of my favorite poems by John Keats. #romanticpoems #keats #hairdye
writinqueen: 471 days of hunger… 8.14.13 {By: Julie Martinez} **follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems!!**
heartless: haiku poem: my ass is numb my face is numb im drunk dick too bomb
i-want-spankings: sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE OMFG. Hahahaha! diee-younggg
sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE
fantasticarepickles:this makes my heart acheSilverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
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mor-ne: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes. ▼
fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
jeremylucido: stains on the sheetslight in the skyit’s a quiet Sunday afternoonclothes on the floorlegs intertwinewith warmth of my little spooni close my eyesThe portraits and poem by Jeremy Lucido that inspired the mood of Starrfucker Magazine Issue
praises: Oh my goodness! I can’t believe I forgot to celebrate the 1-year anniversary of me writing this poem! I wrote it Jan. 4, 2013 and it flipped my world completely upside down. I could’ve never imagined it having the impact that it has and
copperbadge: emotionsandgrahamcrackers: copperbadge: I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me. in another thread, this user writes:my name is Dog,and wen its tea,i hope they givsum foode to me -i hope they shairbefor
crydaisy: freine: Journey Inside My Head #2 (Journal entry from January 3rd/4th 2014) Poem Credit: Crydaisy “Don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me.
inkskinned: he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear
soracities: e.e. cummings, from “the moon looked into my window” (excerpt from Is 5), Complete Poems: 1904-1962[Text ID: “the moon looked into my windowit touched me with its small hands”]
the-absolute-best-posts: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
jessicat-meows: parkwaydrve: unheroically: throatcvtter: unheroically: there goes my heart Read entirely, then outside the brackets, then inside. ooooooooo ooooooo ZACH THESE ARE ALWAYS SO PERFECT YOU MAKE POEMS THAT EXPRESS MY FEELINGS AND UGH
kinbakunokaiji: “I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.” ― Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
greed: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
batcii: BARN OWL (daylight riddled eyes) // THE VIOLETS (lamplit presences)illustrations inspired by two of my favourite harwood poems, done for an alumni exhibit for my old high school
littletoker-new: thinninglittle: sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE REWRITE5'4"200 lbs. Ladies… Once again poor little boys
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