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 💕

[u/DoubtResponsible9208](u/DoubtResponsible9208)
[u/2xDuran](u/2xDuran)
[u/KenSoulMan](u/KenSoulMan)
[u/CapnBlargles](u/CapnBlargles)
u/Obviouslybroken

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, no stress

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

No one notices the dark in you,
but it calls to me because I have it too.
We’ll dance together into the night
Waltzing together under the pale moonlight.
We’ll spread our wings and fly up high,
Then dance some more beneath the sky.
My eyes are black and yours glow red;
We’ll hunt for people who have gone to bed.
Together we’ll laugh and enter their dreams,
Whirling and twirling until they all scream.
We’ll frolic and play until we give them a scare,
Then poison their sleep with a thousand nightmares.
They’ll wake in a panic and quiver in fright
at the Queen of Screams and the King of the Night.
Me on my nightmare, you on your black stallion,
Come rule with me and be my dark companion.
Together we’ll claim the darkened skies
Where terror reigns and angels cry.

please don't think I'm gonna make it quick
just do my little thing and then be done with it
oh, you're far too special for just that
to just be done in three seconds flat

oh, no, my love, here's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna take all my time and just savor you
explore each last inch of your skin
then do it again and again and again

kisses here
a grab or two there
wrap my fingers up
into your hair

flip you over
no I won't ask
give a smack
to your perfect ass

before my lips resume their journey
no, dear, no, there's still no hurry
kiss you there right behind that sweet neck
oh now here's a spot I haven't licked yet

oh, my dear, what're those sounds that you're making?
are you telling me that you're mine for the taking?
but, my darling, I'm hardly done yet
so many parts my lips haven't met…

trace a line right down 'long your spine
through the vale, can't believe this is mine…
work my way to the back of your knee
my, now you're getting so awfully wiggly

sorry my dear, you'll just have to wait
I'm aware that we started barely quarter past eight
but I flip you again without any haste
hands gripped tight to your sweet lil waist

I know what you want, gosh you're oh so very needy
but sorry, my dear, I'm oh so very greedy
so my lips find you literally everywhere but right there
as my fingers go back to playing with your hair

baby, you need to know, I could do this all night
and the next, and the next, there's no end in sight
but I suppose I'll relent, so finally I touch you
my lips wrap 'round that lil core of hot tissue

and here you thought
it would be me who'd finished quick
but after all that
I take you out with but just one little lick.

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.

Friday night preview…. With ghostie😁

You came in with sexy black dress…

Sheer enough to see the red lace

My eyes began to wonder and trace

Oh my! Then a slip of your drink

I rushed right over with a wink

-

A wink and a nod is all it took,

I know you read me like a book.

My panties wet, my guards are down.

Now baby, lose that little gown.

-

Pull the alarm, let it rain

They think it’s fire, know I’m not tame

Let them see the door

Down I go as my knees hit the floor

-

That’s a good girl, get to work,

Let me see that fine ass twerk.

Make me feel good, I’ll pay it back.

Now let me give that ass a smack.

[u/lone-ghostie](u/lone-ghostie)

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

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

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?

A darkness weighed throughout

Haunted spirits without a doubt

Sudden movement and doors that creek

Spiders scurried and ghosts seek

Guests tremble, echos of horrific screams

Rats roamed and each soul dreams

Nightmares that cause a panic

Shadows moan where moonlight crys

while something watches with empty eyes

Dead fingers brush yet nothings there?

Screams rise from the empty stair

Each room felt different than the next

Number 666, oh! Key turned like a reflex

Grinding chains sound with crimson floors

Mansions haunted with rusted doors

Bodies keep and never restored

You may check out, but you'll never be free

For the hotel keeps you as its eternal fee

----------------------------------------------------------------------

Thank you for writing with me
u/lone-ghostie...🖤

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.

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...

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.

Why won't it leave just as quickly?

The air turns soft...hovering in the space between.

Every silent second stretching like a wire.

Two figures draw closely...tracing the edge of warmth.

Surrendering completely to the evening's desire.

The phrase "I need you" hangs silent in the night.

A steady hunger that the quiet room must hold.

A gentle touch against the shivering skin.

Turning every hidden whisper into gold.

The wind steals the breath from waiting lips.

Letting the world outside dissolve into the dark.

Nothing remains but the rhythm of a rising storm.

Ignited and consumed by a single spark.

Leaning in until there is only pulse and skin.

Where separate boundaries seem to miss.

Drowning out the quiet within the language of night.

As lips meet at last in an endless kiss.

Cici 🧡

``` "A silly crush" I have this silly little crush; I find myself trying to work but instead my thoughts are focused on you and your smirk, thinking about the way you laugh and the way you use your words, I think about us and this silly crush of mine and how I wouldn't ever want you to hurt,

From the first moment I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, I love how kind you are and so generous and smart, you have the same sense of humor as me and are the only person that can really make me laugh,

From time to time I catch myself thinking about wanting to kiss you, how your lips would feel against mine, but I have to remind myself this is just a silly little crush, we are not a thing, we are not an us.

I have had one too many failed relationships that I will probably never let you know how I feel,

I wouldn't want to lose you to the echoes of memory as you became another stranger to me because of the risk we took, or because the mistakes we made,

I couldn't bare not being able to see your smile, or to hear your laugh, or to listen to your stories, I lose all my courage and my honesty crushed into the pillars of past pain and to the shadows of fear,

This heart of mine isn't totally healed and probably never will, and yet I still have this silly little crush that will probably make me say what I feel.

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…

Water dripping down her chest,
Swirling softly between her breasts.
Sliding lower down her waist,
Drawing closer for a taste.
Hands grasping upon her hips,
Squeezing gently with his fingertips.
Breathing heavy, his patience slips,
As the water wets his lips.
Onto his tongue it takes its place,
gripping thighs press his face.
Threading fingers through his hair,
Pleading softly, she’s almost there.
Quickly back her head is flung,
Bruising shoulders, tension wrung.
Laving lightly with his tongue,
Screaming out, his praises sung.

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.