I was mad because I wanted you to myself
I wanted you the way she has you now
I needed you but you needed her
I unzipped the pocket in my worn out heart
You know the one that has the small hole in it
Just enough to stick the tip of your finger inside Continue reading Stolen
I love me the way he desires the art of the petals hidden in my garden Flourishing between my hips
But with a defining sense of who I am
I see more of his need of me in him than his desire to grow for self
He’s so eager to be reborn Continue reading I Wish For Someone To Love You
You trace the darken outline of my lips like I do when I apply my lip liner
Your eyes impatiently scurry to see the reaction to your presence
You search for my permission Continue reading I’m All Yours
Lets get infected
While we inject this love for our art
Coursing through our veins to penetrate our hearts
We plug in
To sing the ad-libs to verses of the catchy tunes our bodies move to
So melodic Continue reading Artsy Nothing
Sometimes I can’t feel
Numb in places one day and all the feelings in the world the next
I grab ahold of myself to remember the way it feels Continue reading Left Me In Love
No more will you find yourself in my space
Pacing with minus signs on your sleeves
Sending stress signals
Love don’t cost a thing Continue reading Back Up
When we write our poetry on the lines of our colored paper
There are no beginnings or endings
We draw the love with our blood
Through our veins we trace the source while racing
Our hearts Continue reading When We Write Poetry
For years now, I have been contemplating writing series on Wattpad. When I originally made my very first account I didn’t see any poetry or any that I remember. Back then, Wattpad didn’t look as cool as it does now nor did it have a flourishing section just for poetry. Continue reading My Watty Book Update
A written collaboration between myself and a friend of mine Rashid M Bey.
The mental impression of greener grass on the other side is just the perception that you may have at the time
Nothing is really made to perfection
That thought is only in your mind Continue reading Perception of Greener Grass
Nothing raises the hair on my neck like pressing your pages with my pen.
When you touch me, I moan out and mentally roam out and take a loan out of you.
And when we climax, I conceive. My nipples raised to receive the sweet fluid of life that keeps us alive after night after night of deceit.
Nature and nurture. I hate you. It’s torture. You’re all that I need.
I love you.
Written By: Ashley Evans; @EdgarAllanAHoe
This poem is a collaboration piece by E.A Spain from The Gypsy Soull, Eric Campbell from Ineffable Facade, and Shan Bae; formerly known as The Nyghtlie Poet (Me).
I think I could talk about love forever
I could write about love until the words ran over the deckle edge
Continue to think of new combinations of descriptives to define it
And still, be lacking the true essence of the feeling I get in my chest
But when you do that special something for me it makes me feel set apart
Continue reading Episode of Sublime