Edoardo de Falchi
Show & Tell
NASA
AnasAbdin
cherry valley forever
Not today Justin
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

oozey mess
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

JBB: An Artblog!

PR's Tumblrdome
tumblr dot com
RMH

pixel skylines
Sade Olutola

@theartofmadeline
d e v o n
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
dirt enthusiast
seen from China

seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Kenya
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Uruguay
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
@woetry
Edoardo de Falchi

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I'm afraid to post my poetry here anymore because my poetry is beginning to frighten me. I don't want to shut this down... but I can't keep it up either.
i love your background photo, it fits perfectly.
thank you for the kind words :)
Suburbia
The engine revs like the chattering of teeth,
Sputtering to life in the merciless bleak,
Careening about the concrete sheaths,
On the shores of shaved and naked lawns,
The pop music with the muffler music, car horn cacophony,
In the suburban parade that chases waywardly after me,
Shouting “3.83 for a gallon of gas”, and “4 lives to put our flag at half-mast”,
And some neon signs are better left naked,
“Welcome to Suburb High School” written in bold,
To the conveyer belt that is too thick to fold,
To the grades that are too pricey to be sold,
To the building where our children get old,
And suburbia lies in wait for clothes.
PG poetry for once
The Basement
The red-brown carpet offers up its welcoming caress,
To soda cans and pizza boxes trailed along its breadth,
The reclining throne, its body to loan, to a pair of well-loved jeans,
On a modest king with his lanky legs crammed into cushion seams,
The floods of sounds, the dissonance of laughter with the strum,
Of guitar strings, and other things in this slow and rhythmic hum,
Which would rock me there, my feet left bare, as the record player swings,
With the kisses sweet behind the sheet, draped from the ceiling by moonseed rings,
And I’ve lived my days in a happy haze behind that impermanent door,
Til I breathe that rhythm, growing up from that unmagnificent floor.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Arthritis
My fingers bend in peculiar ways,
Like bands of light turned scattered rays,
Or the swollen scalp with life-spent grays,
And the mind below notes sun-spent strays,
In the eyes of women facing better days,
These hands can block the sun.
Impulse Haiku
I am that impulse,
Moving closer to the thoughts,
Graceless in nature.
Bread Broken
The gush of blood, red wine dealt for rare occassions,
The must that's trapped beneath my skin, like rain water churning the vineyard,
Breast plate violent, the rhythmic fall, and further fall,
Whistling,
Autumnal, somber, sick am I,
Like bread broken and fed to the crows descending,
With this fall unending,
Fed to lovebirds til wine runs dry...
My own thoughts are eating away at me, slowly destroying me, motivating me, and loathing my motivations. Regrets are the only thoughts not worth having, and today they are all I have. All I can muster.
Senseless Giggles
I giggled today, It felt out of place,
A quickness of breath,
In the inhale of space,
The space between my mouth,
And the machines in your ear,
Churning, digesting,
A new sounds premier,
I giggled today,
And it bore me no pain,
But bore into the blanket,
That you let me stain,
Like the frost on the window,
From the breathes that we drained,
I giggled today, but there was no joy in the thought,
Derision for lungs, and and the good sense they wrought

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
everything you ever said might be a lie but i don’t care it sounded sweet like eloquence it could stop time once more, perhaps or speed us up like hurried death either way we hold our breath putting our faith in nothing else but closing eyes and dead romance -
uhg too perfect...
Bedtime Prayer
He made it quick,
He made me quake,
I pray the lord my soul to take,
Keep me safely cross the wick,
And wake me with,
I make me sick.
Based on that prayer, i dont know if anyone else recited it as a child;
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
Keep me safely through the night,
And wake me with the morning light.
But tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?
And all of the sudden time felt so collapsible.... like I could put it into my pocket and wonder where it went. Wonder "where did the time go?"....
by Shel Silverstein

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I sucked on the lit end of the cigarette,
Breathed in the naivete, the wrong,
Chewed on the ash and swirled it against my tongue,
Put the mixture in my hand and slicked back my first white hair,
And swallowed my virginity with arthritic fingers,
Feeling the burn at the back of my throat,
Crying the tears of an old soul,
With the eyes of a soulless 17,
And wrinkled lips closed
is it ok to say these things? i feel like no one likes the kid that uses tumblr as a diary...