Poems from MonyatheActivist
He said He missed me but he ain't miss me at all. He just missed what was between my legs. He wanted my walls to grip his shaft as I gasped...
Where do you go to when you run out of people you can trust?
Yeah you have yourself but is yourself enough?
From your perspective it isn't...
I am a wounded a warrior.
Afraid to fall in love again.
There's a gaping hole where a heart should be.
It was ripped out during battle in...
She becomes one with rhythm.
She is drawn into silence nothing but instruments; the world arounf her fades.
Her and her music are the only...
Her Storm screams pain of something most won't understand, It's Storm of sorrow, belligerent pain. Rain is a new phase. Things are washed...