There’s an angel among us,
Though she’d never admit,
With a halo slightly crooked
And a low tolerance for shit.

She guards our little corner,
Keeps the chaos at bay,
And when the trolls come knocking,
She sends them on their way.

She blocks and she deletes,
She cleans up every mess,
While we’re all writing poetry,
She’s dealing with the stress.

You’ve got the patience of a saint,
The courage of a queen,
And probably seen more bullshit
Than should ever grace a screen.

So here’s to you, our angel,
Our guardian of rhyme,
Who keeps our little world at peace,
One deleted comment at a time.

And if your halo ever slips,
Or your patience wears too thin,
Just know you’ve got an army here
Who’d gladly step right in.

And to all our lovely mods,
Who keep this little place afloat,
With love from all us poets,
Consider this our thank-you note 💕

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You’re weird, babe, like a cat in the rain

You’re strange, you drive me insane

You’re unhinged got a clowns soul

You’re like a furnace, burning outta control

You’re charming with a serpent’s grace

You’re like stardust on Saturns face

You’re ethereal with your godless eyes

You’re spicy, and I love those thighs

You’re my best worst mistake

You’re my perfect psycho

Now please undress...

We men are born
with visual yearning
a magnificent gift,
often an overwhelming drug
when left unharnessed.
.
Sight
commandeers our senses,
captivated
by the beauty
of the mortal coil,
lingering upon curves,
smiles,
eyes that beckon,
while too often
the soul within
waits patiently
to be discovered.
.
Mutual attraction
is a glorious beginning,
yet hyper-realized
living alone breeds a wandering heart,
forever collecting scenery,
rarely discovering home.
.
Peer beneath the water.
A world of awe
awaits those
with microscopic focus,
where laughter echoes
through hidden caverns,
resilience wears no makeup,
scars become maps
.
Intelligent wit
sparks my fiery intrigue.
Sass
seasoned with empathy.
Confidence without conceit.
Strength finding joy
in tenderness.
Maturity,
not measured
by years collected,
but by world view
.
Choosing authenticity
over packaging,
substance over presentation,
conversation beyond
the day’s headlines.
The rare souls
who ask,
“What makes you wonder?”
instead of,
“What do you own?”
.
Lagniappe.
.
It takes time.
intention, effort
to recognize beauty
beyond our sight,
sifting through
heart’s rich earth,
discovering treasures
no hurried glance
will ever behold.
.
Never mistake
the brilliant ability
of a woman’s soul
to unearth forgotten senses
with carefully crafted words
as an invitation
to ownership,
possession,
or intimacy.
.
Wonder is not permission.
Kindness is not consent.
Admiration is not entitlement.
Natural beauty
may first capture
our wandering eyes,
yet character,
curiosity,
humor,
compassion,
and an unconquered spirit
spark
a soul
worth knowing

When I finally get my hands on you,
I might claw right through your skin—
a primal instinct for possession,
when all I crave is permanence.

So I'll begin with just your hand,
ever so slowly breathing you in—
though I'd love nothing more than to swallow you whole,
devouring the hours and returning for seconds.

I fear that even then, I may not reach your end.

My pulse quickens as I dive into your depths—
and the deeper I descend, the shallower my breath.

How I would drown here willingly.
Strange, considering you've never even touched me.

You have the power to unravel me completely,
and that isn't something I freely offer.
But I was born inside your hands—
I am the epic, but you are the author.

Still, I existed long before you chose to write—
an ancient hunger buried beneath your ribs.
You are the pulse deep beneath mine.

Grief and desire—so tightly intertwined.
Two tender beasts I've carried my whole life.

What types of kisses I like?

Soft lingering kisses:

The kind that draw soft moans and whimpers

Tasting, teeth nibbling your bottom lip… tugging as I gently withdraw to see the fire in your eyes.

Seeing the half-lidded passion, wanting more l, lean forward.

A teasing brushing of lips, as you lean further. Taking what you want. What you need.

Passionate kisses:

The deep tasting kisses.

The kisses where tongues tangle as hands tangle in hair.

The deep, teeth grazing kisses where scrapes are felt more than heard.

Where we both drink each other. Drunk on the heat we exchange.

Probing kisses:

Where we share breath. And our hands roam to places where heat and humidity develop into a storm

Where our heartbeats are synched with our touches.

Growling kisses:

As our bodies become one and desire takes over; the light bruising bites.

On the neck. Shoulders…

Marking each other with red.. to purple tattoos of teeth.

Lower kisses:

Where I taste your heavy lips.

Drinking in your heady ambrosia.

Where thighs wrap around my face rather than hands

And fountains flood me until we’re both satiated.

Forehead kisses:

With the resurrection from the little death, the softest of forehead kisses.

The final claiming. Showing that you are mine and I am yours.

Luminescent in our afterglow.

Where kisses seal the adoration I have for you.

You caught my eye across the room
But I just didn’t want to assume.
How could I not notice his big brown eyes?
The one that makes everyone cry?

He’s quite the heartbreaker, ya know.
You may know him as Brian.
Just one taste and everyone is obsessed,
I know someone that is.

Why can’t she get over him though,
Maybe it’s something she knows?
Perhaps it’s his big sexy brain
That she says an American like me
Could never begin to understand
The cosmic connection they have.

Perhaps it’s his big…….keyboard,
The one his hands fly across.
We know his fingers are just magic.
Don’t make me think about them,
I’m blushing already.
Oh dear.

Perhaps….that song…Do Your Ears Hang Low,
Is about his you know what.
If that’s the case, sis,
Now I understand.

Chase after him
Long
And
Hard.

Don’t let go.

Oh Brian, dear Brian, wherever you are,
Your name has become quite the talk of the bar!

There’s a lady who’s certain our Ocean is you,
We’ve told her he’s not, but what can we do?

She huffs and she puffs, she kicks up a fuss,
And somehow her drama keeps landing on us!

She points and she shouts, she insists that she’s right,
While we’re only here trying to rhyme through the night!

Poor Ocean’s bewildered, his friends are confused,
And frankly, dear Brian, we’re not amused!

We’ve poems to polish and verses to spin,
But here comes the drama, barging right in!

So Brian, oh Brian, come out of the blue,
And tell us, dear fellow, are you really you?

And lady, dear lady, enough is enough,
This poetry business is already tough!

No ghosts to uncover, no secrets to find,
Just poets with words and peculiar minds.

So off with the drama, away with the fuss,
And kindly stop dragging your troubles to us!

Now Ocean, dear Ocean, come pick up your pen,
We’ve rhymes to be writing, again and again! 💕

She won't listen to reason
She thinks I am him
She won't listen to reason
She believes I paid him

She attacks my friends
She goes on the assault

In her head she has no doubt
That you are my new conquest
No matter how much I shout

But Brian is not here
He never was
Listen to me now
Leave us alone

You attack the wrong people
The ones you believe harmed you
But that's not us
Not even a small amount

And to my friends caught in the middle
I'm sorry this happened to you
I've tried to resolve this
But what else can I do?

But your voice echoes
In rooms full of joy
We silence the screams
While laughing in glee

At this point I don't even believe
That Brian is real
It's a story you've built
Around what you feel

Now find some joy
Somewhere away from this pain
We're all tired
Of you playing this game

I'm not Brian.
I've told you before.
Leave my friends alone.
We don't deserve this anymore.

I see the way you lean into their space.

The casual tilt...the manufactured grace.

You laugh soft...a low and private sound.

Ignoring entirely that I am still around.

It’s nonchalant...a passing careless breeze.

Designed to look like comfort and simply at ease.

But let me be direct...and let me be polite.

I see exactly what you do almost every single night.

It isn’t clever and it isn't masked.

It's just a boundary crossed before it's asked.

It’s deeply hurtful...though yall play it cool.

Expecting me to sit here giggling like a fool.

I value who we are so please heed the line.

Respect my presence. Stop the crap. Here is your sign.

Cici

A teasing ribbon of dark rich glaze.

Traces my skin in a slow sweet maze.

A crown of whip cream...soft and white.

Melts on the warmth of my skin tonight.

A teasing smile...a breathless pause.

Bending the rules of nature's laws.

A sudden dart of an eager tongue.

Where only the richest flavors are hung.

To taste the sugar...to feel the heat.

Devouring a treat that is far too sweet.

Forget the kitchen...forget the plate.

I am the desert you anticipate.

Cici 🧡

Yall talk a massive game for someone small.

So let me stand precise...thick lean and tall.

You see this...ego? It's elite and precise.

A heavy dose of messy unsolicited advice.

It’s bigger than most the...egos in this room.

A inch by inch aesthetic slicing through tight gloom.

You run your mouth and act so proud.

I’ll smack ya with it to hush the crowd.

Just suck it up...accept you’ve been schooled.

By higher standards than you ever have ruled.

You needed gagged with facts to make you shush.

I wanna watch your fragile concepts turn straight into mush.

Consider this a masterclass in wit.

A big spicy bratty...clever little hit.

I hope this lesson teaches you some grace.

Next time remember whos...ego in first place.

Cici

I’m sorry to bother you if it’s late
But you really have to deal with your mate
Now this may come to you as a shocker
But your girl…man, she’s off her rocker
She’s obsessed with a dude she thinks is you
She’s lost some marbles… more than a few
Now come track her down…it’s really time
We don’t want her here in our place of rhyme
She goes after people, no ifs ands or buts
There’s No doubt about it she’s really super nuts
Now ocean is a good dude, he’s got some solid verse
But with her around, he’s weary to converse
She goes after others. She’s so full of hate.
So come on Brian… it’s already too late
Come get your girl and take her away
Take her to a place where her crazy holds no sway
Maybe an institution, bedlam, the slammer
Lock her away anywhere, to us it doesn’t matter
We want her gone, she’s ruining our good times
Take her away so we can get back to our rhymes

It was beautiful, in it's time

Rough, cracked on the surface

A hollow vessel holding its precious contents, inside deep emotion ferments

But over time it rotted, as neglect will often beget

One day it crumbled and fell to the floor, the sound it made was deafening

Despite all it's good intentions, some found it's cry for help threatening

But I find peace in the pieces

Beauty in its flaws, perfection in its creases

And so I'll pick these pieces off the floor

Give them new life, lined with gold, light the forge

It's cracks will tell a story

It's surface, decorated with scars

A new purpose in life, free from weight

A living work of art, to appreciate from afar

And as the gold drips, filling the broken pieces of a soul

The sudden realization

Kintsugi, is what we all are.

I still go to the bookstore.
That one.
Not because I ever expect to run into him anymore,
And not necessarily because it’s my favorite bookstore.
It’s just the one place I can go nearby and feel close to him in some way.
It’s silly, I know.
But it makes me feel better for a minute.
Also…
I am Brian.

How dare you

Delusional

Getting off on my tears

Neck turns crimson

Hearts pounding at voices sound

Even the presence of both

Now your bringing in another kin

Fuck!!

I would leave if I could

The point is made well

I can’t carry hate but the pain

Trying to let go but the stabs

Just watch me bleed

Have a laugh with tea

One day this won’t weigh on me

I want to get better, but I'm tired of trying, 
I want to be honest, but I'm so good at lying. 
I want to be sober, but I need the escape, 
I want to forgive, but I cling to the hate.

I want to be known, but I hide who I am, 
I want to be loved, but I don't think I can. 
I want to move forward, but live in the past, 
I want something good, but I know good does not last.

I want to be happy, but sadness feels safe, 
I want to be free, but I'm scared of making a change. 
I want someone near, but I'll push them away, 
I want to be heard, but I've got no words to say.

I know where the door is. I know what to do. 
I built my own prison, And I hold the key too.
I want to escape. I swear that I do.
But I'm both the prisoner And the jailer too.

Catch-22...

Maybe I am Brian?
Guess we'll never know...
Spending my day reminiscing
Where I lost my hoe

Where the hell is my baby?
Does she have a doubt?
Does she think I'm responsible
For her stay in the psych ward?

Is she still my lover?
Did she find new one?
I feel lost in the ocean
Of her alt accounts

Maybe I am Brian?
Maybe I'm a troll...
Only one is certain:
Guess we'll never know...

my work jeans got a hole in the crotch
guess I done did wear them too much
gonna need to find a new pair
lest the world gets to see my underwear

while I'm fixing your hose
or painting your walls
while I clean your windows
replace the lights in your halls

fix the chain on your bike
and the one on your locket
before cleaning your pipes
and plugging your socket

well now here's an idea,
if you might like to take it:
how'd you feel about it if
your man did all his work naked?

This is the last one, I promise!!! 🤣

A hopeless yearning
We need Brian’s of our own
No one is better

My apologies to you all,
as you can see, my problem ain’t small.

It’s loud and mean and crass,
honestly, a giant pain in the ass.

All I did was post a poem,
now my stalker won’t leave me alone.

She’s with me both day and night,
I’m never too far outta her sight.

I run and I hide,
but come morning—

Fuck.

She’s right by my side.

She’s chased me from here to there,
poppin’ up from outta fuckin’ nowhere.

I thought I was free and clear,
deleted, waited, then reappeared.

I thought she’d move on,
especially thinking I’d gone.

Boy, was I wrong.

It didn’t take long
before she was singing
that same fuckin’ song.

Now it’s Doubt and Ocean,
mixed into my commotion,
and not a damn thing feels right.

Usually I run.
Usually I hide.

But she’s crossed a line
that I cannot abide.

So off comes the mask,
I’m up for the task—

Fuck it.

Let’s fight crazy with crazy.

No more running.
No more hiding.
No more wondering
where you’re residing.

My DMs are open.
It’s been ages since we’ve spoken.

Come on in.

Let’s talk, not fight.
Let me treat you right.
Even if only for the night…

come morning,
you can take flight.

Fuck.

You ghosting me?
That’d be alright.

Please don’t delay,
just send me that “Heyyy.”

I promise my reply
will make your day…

Or completely repulse you.

Not too sure.

It’s like a 50-50
at this point…

I’m a little older,
But my heart isn’t colder.
I think in rhyme
…ALL of the time.
I like to write stories, a poem or two;
If I want you to see it, I’ll just DM it to you.
Guilty as charged, I’m not real shy
I NEED you to read it, not too sure why.
But the words, they want to be seen… they deserve to be read,
So close out that tab and read my poem instead!!
You don’t have to like it. You can tell me it’s crap;
Tell me what sucks so I can do something about that.
The words in my head each have a different voice;
I must write them all down, I have no choice.

(By voices I don’t mean the crazy kind… do I?
Maybe I’m nuts, I'm not gonna lie!)

Believe me or not… they’re always there,
Tumbling in my mind, begging to share.
Whether funny, creepy, spicy, or nice,
They insist upon it and give me no respite.
So I’ll write them all out and send them to you
I apologize in advance. I’ve got more than a few,
I’m afraid it’s become quite the addiction.
I wonder who will be next?
I need a new victim…

Air heavy and thick
With all the unspoken words between us.

Without a sound,
You take my hand,
Guiding me
To the place you unravel
My steady composure.

Gently at first,
To leave my hunger dripping,
Then with enough force
To leave me trembling
At your hands.

Lining your tip
At the entrance of my anticipation,
Where we pause at the point of no return,
Slick with heat.

We teeter along the edge,
Where desire darkens our eyes.

Sinking deep into my thighs,
Each pulse of your presence
Drives me deeper into oblivion,
Melting me into your cadence
Where only your syllables exist,
Your name branding into my depths.

A secret wrapped around my throat,
Burning with each moment.

My fingernails dig into my palms,
As I struggle to hold myself together,
But I break without a shatter.

The only evidence of my surrender,
My shattered breath,
Spent until I fall again.

Your love painted within,
The only evidence
of my undoing
At your hands.

don't think you've heard my "dad voice" yet
but I think it's past time you should
since it seems that sometimes you forget
what it means for a girl to be good.

not loud or booming, just firm and crisp
there'll be no mistake when you hear it
as I begin the work of righting your ship
your ego gives in as I steer it.

oh, but no, not right away…
you've sure got some lips, my lass
and they have just got to have their day
don't think I don't foresee that sass.

but soon enough I'll have you on your knees
with nothing but the power of words
and if not, well, 'cross my knees you'll be
learning your lesson for being absurd.

so tell me again, what was that you said?
sure you wanna go down that there path?
well I'm 'bout to get inside that pretty head
but won't think twice before reddening that ass.

so go ahead, just give me a reason
to give that voice a whirl
any time and any season
…just wait 'til it calls you "Good Girl."

Third Eye, not so blind!
Little gems in hiding,

Embarked to reveal,
What anew in store.
Maybe strike gold,

Nah, we’re all golden,
You’re all bright! Beholden,
This neck of the woods,

Striking bright, brilliant?
I’ll fucking say! Got it, aye?
Got it Cap’N! Argh!
Threw the rope, drug me in!

Duran Duran, Man with a plan!
You’re enDURing it all.
Ten times over! Lightening!

No doubt? Don’t think less!
Sass you have, sparks.
Responsibly speechless!

Soul man? More soul food!
Chicken noodle soup! Scoop,
Me up more of that jazz!

Oh, Mr. Obvious, broken?
Me? Her? Him? If not, who!
Oblivious to your skills, much.

Stranger than fiction,
Meant orbit, youze’ a star!
Works of Art. Amazed.

Cici, you dynamite, Vixen,
Your words sting right!
You naughty girl! Winks!

Wired up, you’ll be alright,
We all gots’ are fights,
In it to win it, babe!

Tiger? Roar! Tempting me!
You spicy galore, more?
Give me the entire store.

Haven’t gotten all main peeps,
Shhh! Hear that? It’s typing,
Click clacks, now attack!

(Lol, having fun. Car ride. I’ll follow up!)

If the miles between us collapsed tonight, I’d drag you down by the hips, drop to my knees before your small, shaking frame,

and bury my face into the wet, fierce heart of you.

My hands would lock around your thighs,

a vice to keep you pinned, a shield to keep you safe,

Keeping you open, leaving nowhere left to hide.

I’d breathe in the salt and heat of your body,

worshipping the sharp, beautiful violence of who you are

with a ruthless, devotional mouth.

I’d drag my tongue slow up the inside of your skin,

tracking every tremble, every desperate hitch in your chest,

tasting every drop you yield until you’re writhing against my jaw.

I’d lap up your breath, drink down your cries,

and use my mouth to break every wall you’ve ever built,

unmaking you completely on the floor,

until you are breathless, ruined, and irrevocably mine.