A hopeless romantic just drinks her sorrows, wallow in her useless moans, and then at the inch of feeling together, she still cries. Well, well.

In this note, I discuss the speaker, setting/situation and tone of the short poem "Harlem" by Langston Hughes.

My analysis for the poem "One Perfect Rose" by Dorothy Parker. Analysis includes summary, paraphrase and theme.

This poem delves into the timeless struggle between love and lust, painting their battle as a vivid and emotional war. It explores the depths of human desire and the heart's longing for true connection.

There's that saying to keep on with the keep on. Maybe we can keep on swimming; or one day we might just float.

We are harmony, but harmony isn't always easy. - Finding balance in a world where everybody and everything is different.

"A circle is never broken, it bends, it turns, it flows— a quiet reminder that even in endings, something new always grows."

Emma and Lucas, once deeply in love during college, drifted apart after graduation due to distance and life choices. Five years later, they unexpectedly reunite in a café. Both have moved on, but the love they once shared still lingers. Through a heartfelt conversation, they realize they never stopped caring for each other. Lucas regrets not fighting harder for their relationship, while Emma reveals that no one could replace him. They reconnect, realizing that sometimes love takes time, requires communication, and finds its way back when the moment is right. The reunion teaches them the importance of second chances and love’s resilience.

Parents are our roots, if we stem from filth, it will show in the shimmering of our gorgeous leaves.

Another imitation thanksgiving, forged in memory. Breaking bread. yet i find myself already full with Catholic culpability, forever reigning thick in the air. they may label me a Denier, a sinner, but even still, i proudly denounce the Existence of a god created through Fiction, labeled as love, Granted solely on arbitrary allocation.….

How could you turn the warmest heart into the coldest heart? tell me how you could do it. Do you not feel any remorse? Can that heart be saved?

Letting the hand go.. not only just a hand but the hand of a parent. I wrote this one for the ones who have lost a mother and feels alone.. you are NOT alone.

“but what do you see in him” they all ask and i respond with.. i see a gentle love a precious MAN a genuine soul that is so so sweet and wouldn’t miss anything important to me no matter what it may be. A person that would rather kiss me on the forehead when it’s time to go to sleep rather than mess up the sheets

I love to call this one “the color pink” this gives the color a much deeper meaning and a different vision.

Do you ever feel like you’re drowning? do you ever feel like you’re screaming for help but no one can hear you? If so this is your safe place love. I’m here to show you that you’re not alone in this cruel cruel world.

Reopen my wounds, slip your fingers inside the hollows of crimson and force the hurt out…Slow and agonizing, yet orgasmic urges grow stronger through the pain—flashes of red flow down the curves of my body sparking the delight of punishment inside me. Hold my hands. Love me until my flesh has turned raw…

Some days are harder, longer, and tenuous than others, but at least there is an all-knowing God, who sees and hears before the great winter fall.

What does soul food do to a man’s heart; like a lonely weapon waiting to catch fire in an open dark.

Breaking my own heart self-sabotage in the first positive relationship I was in a deep regrets for causing somebody else's pain and everything in between and everything that resonates afterwards

You were perfect tonight," Malik whispered, his voice low as his fingers traced soothing circles along Aaliyah’s bare back. "So beautiful. So open. I’m proud of you for trusting me like that." She felt the words sink deeper than she expected, her breath catching as he pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, grounding her. "You made me feel...wanted," she whispered, voice trembling, vulnerable. Malik cupped her face, eyes burning with sincerity. "You are wanted, Aaliyah. Every part of you. Not just tonight—always.