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"I have told myself you are not allowed to hurt me anymore. That's what hurts the most."

— Poems Porn (@PoemsPorn) April 21, 2015



Sometimes nothing is everything.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-


The crust built
off tenderness,
rallying small modules
on the tongue
to parade the streets
of salts and sweet.
Parsing the pendulum
of fine dining… 18 more words


The coarseness of our conversations 
sandpapered the table into a lean, 
flipping cups like moods, 
as dark as the coffee we don’t drink. 
Lovely how those types of gifts,  32 more words


Everything is consumable,
and all things dull over time.
I’ve ignored the conversations
that kept me sharp.
Existence is depleting
and I am not being advantageous. 18 more words


He opened his chest
to breathe towards the heavens,
feared anything in the form of sevens,
packed up heart with massed severance.
Two droughts, one mouth, … 29 more words


My Soul, the Hopeless Romantic

I know, without a shadow of a doubt

Romanticism what living’s about

For me that is, the why is not known

Hence the proposed incentive for this poem… 40 more words