Immerse me in your good intentions Drown me in your love Fill my head with promises Of every star above Spin me a tale with a happy ending Doesn't matter if it is true I will believe almost anything As long as it comes from you Whisper softly in my ear Remind me that here Protect me from the shadows Until they disappear Build me a world of good intentions And I will wear the crown I will rule in perfect harmony Til it comes crashing down

No bonsai for me, all pruned and refined, I'll be the sunflower, chaotic and kind!

Poems to help move through trauma

What a man observes and experiences has effects on the generation of thoughts which align in beautiful order to produce a piece of art.

Hot chai moments, comforting and sweet, Ordinary instances into memories we greet.

Androgynous dance, a floral design.

In the realm of imagination, where quantum entanglement weaves its magic, a tiger and a lily intertwined their essence, birthing the enchanting existence of a tiger lily flower.

Shared Image Nitza Cheri Seems that leaves are falling much faster these days. I try to comfort myself with the somewhat vibrant views of oranges, yellows and chestnut browns on each leaf through the window, but my eyes struggle to keep up with the cars accelerating speed. The road looks overwhelmingly collided; colors are mixed in from the lights beaming from the tails of each car. I can't even tell if the driver is speeding anymore. I feel a growing numbness from the motions of the car, every sign I see, passes with a blur in seconds. The closer we get to our destination, the more I become melancholy at the very thought. I feel that we are getting closer. I can see the jagged writing on each weather stained stone we pass, as we finally begin to slow down in front of our entrance. Every breath I took was crisp and chill from the passenger’s seat alone. The sight of the rusted gates triggered a sensation, causing my heart to race. I noticed, with a brief gaze, the gates were mostly a dark, mossy green with the dried out silver paint chipping off of it. I didn't enjoy the excruciating sound of the afterlife as the doors opened to welcome us.

We’ve all heard the saying: One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Unfortunately, that’s not always the case. A man will use and abuse their treasure and then have beef with the recycling man. The case with Mega and his love interest, Mila. A slim-thick, 5’5 with brown eyes, caramelized curly haired goddess. She seemed to love the ground Mega walked on, but she was fresh out of a relationship, so it was hard for him to take her seriously. On top of that, the ex-boyfriend was still trying to make Mila’s life a living hell.

This is a poem that I wrote. I hope you enjoy.

It’s an original poem by me

Rome (Italian and Latin: Roma [ˈroːma] ⓘ) is the capital city of Italy. It is also the capital of the Lazio region, the centre of the Metropolitan City of Rome, and a special comune named Comune di Roma Capitale. With 2,860,009 residents in 1,285 km2 (496.1 sq mi),[2] Rome is the country's most populated comune and the third most populous city in the European Union by population within city limits. The Metropolitan City of Rome, with a population of 4,355,725 residents, is the most populous metropolitan city in Italy.[3] Its metropolitan area is the third-most populous within Italy.[4] Rome is located in the central-western portion of the Italian Peninsula, within Lazio (Latium), along the shores of the Tiber. Vatican City (the smallest country in the world)[5] is an independent country inside the city boundaries of Rome, the only existing example of a country within a city. Rome is often referred to as the City of Seven Hills due to its geographic location, and also as the "Eternal City".[6] Rome is generally considered to be the "cradle of Western civilization and Christian culture", and the centre of the Catholic Church.[7][8][9]

A love that's true, a love divine.

The memories of first love

Many wish for Aphrodite to bless them, to give them the gift of everlasting beauty. For one to wish and ask, they first must give to the Beauty that is already around them

Without the rain there’s no flowers

The 1st Poetry of the week

Future is the new you. Embrace it.

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An exercise for the first part of this quick series.