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A Pisces Lady for a Sagittarius Man
It’s not an ideal match. You’re a fiery centaur and I’m Venus tied with Cupid. A cusp of Pisces/Aries; I’m boiling water. It’s not an ideal match, but it could work. We’re connected in some way. We intertwine with the myths and legends written in the stars. It’s not an ideal match.Like Romeo and Juliet, we are star crossed lovers. Yet, the centaur that you are holds the arrow. The Cupid that I am does too. I am a spawn of Venus, the goddess of love. It’s not an ideal match, but it could work. It’s just in my nature to romanticize every scenario. Like Romeo and Juliet, let’s just run away; run away to Jupiter. The planet that rules us both. The planet that assists us in formulating our ideology, the guardian of the abstract mind.
By Ashley Pineiro9 years ago in Poets
The Unravelling
Unravel your discord of frustration which was meant for our cordial fruition. This has now been vexed a-side, b-side the sea side, inside a hollow shell of truthful slander and a damnation that is to be forever bound by this umbilical fixation of asphyxiation.
By Ryan Hooper9 years ago in Poets
Your Ocean Song
I love the ripples in the water. You used to talk to me through them. Show me how steady and constant and beautiful your love is. And when the waters are still, so is my heart. How the life in the water has a way of living out its purpose no matter if the waves are high or at rest. How small things will float on the waves if they have no holes. How the sunlight reflects with grandeur off of the water, just as your love is reflected through my very being. Help me to see, again. I take a step forward into the deep, and you're wrapped around me like those songs of rejoicing. The depths is where I find you, and it's where I find me.
By Ashlyn Terry9 years ago in Poets
Love.
Love. This word. Everyone wants it. One of the shortest words, most simple words, but means the absolute world to everyone on this god-dammed, sad planet. I thought he cared, I thought he “loved” me. Here’s the tragic poem I wrote, I told you it was real. Are you sure you’re ready for this?
By Natalie Simmons9 years ago in Poets
