Patron of the Arts

You pull your skirt as if too short,
You already knew the hem line,
A feigned chastity of some sort,
Above a pair of heels divine.

My Love Remains

For my love remains,
Weathered but untethered,
Beaten, but yet unbowed,
Saved as if some treasure,
And buried just as deep.

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life