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By Aaron Shamoba
True meanings of love
Â». If you love her because of her
eyes,lips or body,
it is not "Love" it is "LUST"
Â». If it is because of her intelligence
or insight about life,
it is not "Love", its "ADMIRATION"
Â». If its because she cries every time
you try to leave her,
it is not "Love" it is...
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just a quick poem on how I've changed in just six months.
By Jl Reaper
A dead body is discovered in a hotel room.
I was dating someone when I wrote this but I don't think my relationship inspired this poem. Perhaps it was inspired by the first person with which I was intimate.
If you enjoy
Miscellaneous | Updated Dec 15, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
My Description of a throat
Poetry | Updated Dec 10, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A simple poem reminiscing about my youth when I would have passionate nights of sexual delight.
Sometimes I get annoyed. Not as often as this may imply, but sometimes.
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 22, 2014 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 11
Thoughts on Love, and how it resembles or truly is everything.
I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
This is a poem about my first love. My first ever love for another human being beyond the type of love we have for our family, I mean passion and romance. It's a reminder to me that love comes and love goes, that all things must end. But it is also a reminder to me that I once experienced that...
A Thanksgiving wish to my readers and to the everyone on this joyous day of thanks.