the milf poet

just trying to get my poetry out there! it's not posted in order of being written so if you have any questions, do ask them!!!

[aphrolittlepoetry]

A deep breath

in a smokers chest,

unfulfilling and bereft.

Life is bland

through a smoky lense.

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

I just want a lover,

a good friend,

even a god to worship,

but I scream and I cry with all my might 

and am always left unanswered. 

~Little.

[perfectfeelings]

“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”

— Mahmdou Darwish

[paper-wounds]

[aphrolittlepoetry]

I know my capacity for compassion.

I know my heart better than anyone ever could, and that is no one's fault but my own.

My love is so strong it could move continents, but it instead pins me by the wrists.

My empathy is so loud it could deafen the world, and yet it rings in my own ears to the point of migraine.

I have all this love to give, but suffer because I do not see it in return.

My compass for fairness has led me lost.

~ Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

Like the air of a breath,

Easy comes death.

Leave with me?

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

nothing will ever be enough.

i am married but feel no love

i sleep but never feel rested

i workout but gain no muscle

i starve myself but lose no weight

and i know that nothing will ever be enough

yet i still keep trying.

~little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

I show you a sword of love

and after a while we are both nothing but blood.

[percpopper2016]

in need of a cigarette

[aphrolittlepoetry]

asf

[aphrolittlepoetry]

everything I have posted is pretty much in complete backward order, lol. My most recent poem posted was written when i was 15, and the earliest posts were written in the last year or two.

everything posted after this psa will be newly written. I do have a son so I won't be posting that often but yk.

I also write essays!! if anyone interested lmk and I can post links!

ty for support (ahead of time lol ain't got none yet)

[aphrolittlepoetry]

You know they say

Once you hit rock bottom

You can only go up.

But they lied.

See, I've fallen through the floor

landing on the rockiest of bottoms

Time after time.

And after a while,

It gets very old.

I start to climb back up.

I think that I am making progress

But the walls I must climb,

The damn walls.

They're so unstable.

One misstep,

One small mistake,

And f*ck.

Im casacading back down,

Lower than before.

Stuck in a seemingly bottomless pit

Of utter hopelessness,

Wishing I had wings.

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

in a fair world

the miracle of life

would be a bit more miraculous.

to bring life into this world,

to create

grow

and raise

a human being

would be not a chore

but a glorious experience.

but this isn't a fair world

and atop the burdens;

crying at every inconvenience,

body aches,

consistent naseua,

brain fog,

insomnia,

and anything and everything else,

the world punishes me.

family, for being too young and "ill prepared",

religion, for being ungodly or sinful,

and my own unborn child, for reasons unknown.

I bleed and fear the vitality of my womb.

I cramp and wonder whether he'll make it or not.

the goal of life is to procreate,

so why must it be so difficult?

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

I've got you

and nothing more.

so when your done

yelling at me with your reproach,

go to your friends.

I'll sit here woth nothing to keep my company

but the ringing in my head.

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

every night

my throat closes

and my lungs ignite.

my stomach churns,

it knows it's impossible

what my heart yearns.

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

I want to be 12 again.

I want to go back

to when July 4th was the best day of the year.

when I looked up to you more than anyone,

when I could ask your advice and you knew what to say,

when I always had someone to count on.

but now your gone.

and the 4th just serves a reminder

that I have no one to look up to,

no one who knows what to say,

and no one to count on.

I just want to be 12 again,

I want my favorite day to be what it once was,

and I want my uncle back.

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

to explain my hurt,

my first resort is always words.

I can tell of my agony,

of the affliction that my mind always carries.

I can speak like a scholar

and try to paint a picture of my pain.

but the only way it truly resonates

is when someone sees my branded body.

so I sear my skin in an attempt to sing my suffering.

~Little.

[aphrolittlepoetry]

I want this one

to be the one that lasts.

past trial and error has done it's job

conditioning my heart.

I accept that people come,

and people go,

and the world keeps turning.

but I can't lose you.

~ Little.