Poems from Vulgar.Poet

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Everyone has a story. I tell mine every day, but they say a whisper can only be heard up close and personal. I guess that's why no one knows mine yet.
I am addicted to her inner galaxy. I want nothing more than to float in her milky way, Picking planets like peaches and tasting her. She...
The silence is loud tonight. The slow rumbling of the nothing is deafening.  I'm trying to drown out this quiet with music, games,...
She is the strangest sort of beautiful. The oddest breeze of fresh air. She caresses my lungs. Softly, loving, She is my winged pleasure....
Fuck what they think. I be sun kissed, crazy, wild flower child. I be chocolate eating, ice cream loving, sweet, Sweet lover. Why should I...
I am feeling like white space. Like empty jars. Like blank stares. Like vacant hallways. Like abandoned theme parks. Like love that means...