Shell of old self
A hollow vessel… Remained… Honest, he was not.
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Tag: poem
Some days
You want to know me, Who I am, Under this luminescent skin. # It depends… I am not The same me; I may vary Every day. # Some days… I fear You would Catch a glimpse Of the repressed And pained Anger Behind the pseudo glimmer Of the turned up Corners of my mouth. ©…… Continue reading Some days
Nightmare
Frigid, callous heart Sharp poisonous thorns planted Cackling, eye glinted The wicked nearly prevailed Relieved ‘tis but a bad dream © Anna Jailene Aguilar Source: Nightmare
Fated Encounter
Without a warning Worlds collide, not intending Fortuitous paths crossed Designed by the universe We agreeably assent © Anna Jailene Aguilar
Today, I #amwriting
That’s right, I am writing today, although the featured image doesn’t support that claim. 🙂 But, here’s how it is at the moment, as I sit at my desk. I love looking at the moon. I started writing another one of those sensual poems… Smile as if to say I am fine, delighted. Charmed Since…… Continue reading Today, I #amwriting
In his arms – #amwriting
IN YOUR ARMS Foreign universe Your strong arms wrap around me A dream. Illusion Yet your touch, your eyes piercing Caressing. ‘Tis home She smiles as she re-reads her finished poem for the nth time. Sometimes, her muse sits next to her. Those moments please her. All she needs to do is find the image…… Continue reading In his arms – #amwriting
Blush
My olive skin Upon your touch may deceive But never shall it Betray me, or my feelings I blush; deep inside I crave © Anna Jailene Aguilar Source: Blush
