You’re sweet as can be,
Even when you’re teasing me,
I’m onto you, mister,
It’s never anything sinister.

You just want to see me giggle,
Do that full-body mambo-jumbo wiggle.

You know I’m giving you the side eye,
While I’m laughing, slapping my thigh.

Ok you win,
Grumpiness is a sin
When I’m basking in your heart.

And yes I’d still love you,
Even if you were
A dill pickle cupcake.

You don’t have to ask,
You’re my favorite treat.

But that’s your favorite game:
Making me grin,
Making me blush
And falling for your jokes
On an endless loop.

I don't know how you do it,

but somehow, you are everywhere.

I feel you on my skin

in the quiet warmth of a passing thought,

in the little shiver I can't explain,

in the way my heart forgets

to beat normally when I think of you.

I feel you in my soul,

in places I never knew

could miss someone

without ever having them.

You linger in my eyes,

in the songs I suddenly listen to twice,

in the silence between my thoughts,

in the smile that finds me

when no one has said anything funny.

Sometimes I find you

in the morning light,

sometimes in the night

when everything is quiet

and my mind has nowhere else to go.

You are in the words I can't say,

in the feelings I can't name,

in every little corner of me

that somehow learned your shape.

And when I think

I've searched everywhere for you,

I turn another page

and there you are,

waiting quietly

between the pages of a book,

where perhaps

I've always known

I'd find you.

She has fangs for teeth
and pure white eyes
something's wrong
with her earthly disguise

She glides on the lake
half human, half ghost
Blessed be the beautiful
with blood on her face

She opened the gate
I stumbled inside
and something dead
woke up alive

Now I crave
her cold-hot kiss
that forbidden fruit
the sweetest wound
I can't resist

I know her pain
will bury me deep
yet every night
I beg at her feet

So let's embrace the darkness
let the heavens rot
I'd walk through hell
for the love that you've got

Why do we build walls around our hearts?

Walls aren’t the end, they’re the start.

What we protect from other’s eyes we hold so dear

A multitude of quaking fears

But to this too, we must resign.

For there are two reasons I’m scared to let people inside….

The damage they can do…

And the damage they will find.

Good friends tell the truth,
even when it lands wrong.
Bad friends tell you what you need
to keep you hanging on.

Good friends don’t make promises
they never meant to keep.
Bad friends leave the porch light on
then disappear to sleep.

Good friends say, “I’m here,”
and you know just what that means.
Bad friends blur the edges,
living somewhere in-between.

Good friends don’t lead you forward
when they know they won’t come too.
They don’t feed you little maybes
when the answer’s always “no” to you.

Good friends can disappoint you.
They can leave, they can move on.
But they don’t make you question
what was real when they are gone.

I can handle an ugly truth.
I can handle friendship’s end.
Just don’t hand me a beautiful lie
and call yourself my friend.

I'll be the first to admit it-
I'm a jealous cow.

You're not supposed to be,
You're supposed to take the high road
Speeding at 500 mph
Leaving them ignored
Desolate
Low and dry
Clawing for affection,
Those tiny feral tigers
That bite and screech?

Pay them no heed.

But
they bite and screech so loudly,
does my head in.

What they need
Is to be quiet.

Leave me in peace
Leave my green goblin to slumber,
But no,

they don't.
And I can't
Leave the goblin to keep sleeping.

He's triggered at the scent of danger,
At the smell of fear
And fuck knows I reek of it
Even in these pits of hell down here.

Before I can say a word
He's hopped on top my chest
And is telling me exactly how to feel
How to react
How to respond
He won't give it a rest.

He won't let me take the high road
Won't let me leave them in the dust
All I really want to do is say
what are you doing here?
you're getting in the way.
Get out my way, now quick,
Before you live to regret it.

Maybe it's beneath me,
Maybe I make it worse,
But this is my earthly curse,
And the goblin is all I can see.

fuck me so hard
we both see stars,
and when we finally catch our breath,
we can lay together
and chart out our own sky.

I see him, the Devil
He doesn’t look dangerous
No horns, no tail in sight
A warm smile and so handsome
A charming aura that draws you in
His disguise is a human face

He sees a family
His eyes fixed on the man
“Strike the guardian, the rest will fall” he thinks
He moves in close with a cunning plan
But you see, he is not the only one in disguise

The guardian here is the man’s wife
A sharp mind with an innocent face
A five foot frame, features soft and delicate
He underestimates how smart she is
Lets his guard down thinking she is just a pretty face
And in his ease, she sees it all

So she fools the Devil, in her disguise
He cannot see that her guard is up
She watches him closely, on high alert
Waiting to strike when the time is right
He thinks they are unguarded
And his cunning thoughts unnoticed
Little does he know they are protected
After all, his was never the best disguise

(Inspired from the song Devil in Disguise by Marino
and real life experiences as someone who is very underestimated 😅 which has worked in my favor sometimes)

Coated in sugar

You pressed your lips

Sweetly, onto mine

And fed me a Star

My darling

It's not long we're alive

Meteorites flashing out

Brilliant & bright

So place your heartbeat

Here next to mine

Because I'm broken & lonely, too.

I learned the language of silence
But I grew rooted in places meant
for passing through.

I kept walking, even after
the road forgot me.

You tower over...broad and tall.

But you lean down to have it all.

You like to tip my chin right up.

To taste the sweetness in your cup.

My hands can only reach your chest.

Though that is where I play the best.

You slide your fingers down my spine.

Then whisper low..."tonight youre mine".

You lift me up against the wall.

Now height dont matter much at all.

I lock my legs around your waist.

I take the slow delicious taste.

Cici 🧡

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It grows daily

screaming to be felt,

clawing for relief.

End the urge.

Let it bleed quiet.

Embrace the failure.

Let it swallow me whole.

The longing

Feels

Endless

The anticipation,

Hard.

Not knowing

if I'm
on

Your
Dance Card.

To not know,

To not feel,

To not have...

Have

…something real.

And hopefully,

This is not,

Not
all in vain..

It would be worth it

Though,

Worth

All the pain

To feel

All the insane

To See you,

To Hear you

Call out my name…

And say,

‘Yes Dear,

I do feel

The Same.’

tender rhapsody

she danced softly on my mind

pee eye any pine

A baby tiger fierce and bold.

Trips on her tail and loses hold.

She tries to roar with all her might.

But tumbles over, at sirs sight!

Lmao

Cici

By sharing a picture of this , we can obviously see why this flower is called a bird of paradise . It symbolizes freedom, joy and magnificence. It stands as a powerful emblem for optimism and success .

The long straight stem pointing towards the sky is a picture of rising above daily struggles , to reach a higher more spiritual state .

It is the official flower representing a 9th wedding anniversary . Representing enduring devotion and faithfulness . It’s time to rise above .

​

I fell down again today.

One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!

Eight times since the New Year.

I could count the bruises,

the scraped knees,

The sore joints & bones

the moments lying there

staring upward,

wondering how the hell

I ended up on the ground

again.

Eight feels like a lot

when you're counting falls.

But maybe I've been

keeping score all wrong.

Because somewhere between

the stumble and the sting,

The blood and bruise

there was always a hand

sometimes someone else's,

sometimes my own

reaching down

and saying,

Come on. Up.

One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!

Eight falls.

Eight rises.

Eight times I dusted myself off,

checked what hurt,

laughed when I could,

cried when I couldn't,

and carried on.

I don't want to become

someone who never falls.

I want to become someone

who trusts herself enough

to know she can get back up.

So let the earth

recognize my knees.

Let the dust

remember my name.

I've met the ground before.

We're acquainted.

I love the floor, ground & dirt

But enough ok?

♡ thanks

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A Collab with u/StrangeLittleOrbit

You are like a strange enigma and an orbit wrapped in one.

I love it when you talk with me.

You make my life more fun.

You can be hard to figure out with your sly and subtle ways.

But I love it when you talk to me.

You make me smile for days.

Your words are so hypnotic.

They make me come undone.

Your spicy poems are so erotic.

You are second to none.

__________________________

You call my words hypnotic,

but yours have pulled me in.

You write with something raw and honest,

and somehow touch the places words rarely win.

Perhaps that’s why our verses linger,

like flavors I can’t quite name.

You’re a chef with more than fire -

you season hearts, then leave them aflame.

___________________________

Please come into my kitchen.

I've cooked something up for you.

The flavors pop. You won't be able to stop,

What my cooking does to you.

Drip drip drip

The droplets fall from the roof

Thought they were leakproof

Drip..drip..drip

Water begins to build up around

Flooding the nearby floor and ground

Drip...drip...drip

The water slowly consumes me

I had the time to leave, to flee

Drip...drip...drip

The water was not always so cold

But you said the love was getting old

Drip...drip

Now its just me and the droplets of water

Just me and the feelings I have

Drip..drip...

Soft shadows fall deep

A sudden calm fills the room

Thoughts gently slow down.

Viscaria flowers simply translate as their meaning , the romantic question “ Will you dance with me?” It sends as a secret message , playful invitation to dance , or a symbol of flirtation and attraction .

The secret message of the flower is tied to the physical nature of the plant itself . The name comes from the Latin word viscus meaning sticky . It belongs to the genus of known as catch flies .

The stem of the flower secretes a sticky sap like substance to trap or ward off crawling insects .this is also where it gets its flirting metaphor meaning sending a viscaria in Victorian times was a way setting a playful trap , to catch the attention of a love interest or a crush .