Filthy

P🧐rnHub Starving Artist . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
✨✨ P🧐rnHub Starving Artist to Michelin Stars ✨✨Parody You know. I never really paid attention to the jingle. It did not even resonate in me until today that they did indeed have one. I was always in a rush to load material, finish up, message clients or potentials, and then go to the next naughty platform, and repeat. You may take the Hub out of Indiana, but the lawmakers cannot take it out of the avatar.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
“Mind yours”
Our words have power Ever wonder why when we say things we regret it and soon take it back Mind your words And don’t forget to mind your business
By Diamond Crawford2 years ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
i don't know. Content Warning.
"i dont’ know who you are anymore,” soft sounds of fraud's mouth, “i don’t know where my baby is." i smile, and i edge close to him, “it’s the same me as ever, sweet love, and i am nobody’s baby anymore.”
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
this is for a tyrant. Content Warning.
i cry, i scream, i write poetry for my dark muse it pleases me more than solving his cryptic clues as mercurial retrogradation comes to an end
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sordid Seduction
She’s seduction, mind control; sordid thoughts infused Im silent, consumed by a lecherous muse Lascivious intentions I know she purposely induced
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
The Sunset
**The Nightfall's Embrace** In the quiet of night's delicate influence, The sun quits, the day away. A brilliant sphere, it sinks to rest,
By Md.Humaiun kabir2 years ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets