Rob Taylor ❀

Rob Taylor ❀

@LairdOfTheHeart

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π•»π–”π–Šπ–™π–—π–ž/π•Ύπ–•π–”π–π–Šπ–“π–œπ–”π–—π–‰/π–’π–šπ–˜π–Žπ–ˆπ–Žπ–†π–“/π•Ύπ–”π–“π–Œπ–œπ–—π–Žπ–™π–Šπ–—/π•»π–”π–Šπ–™π–˜ 𝕽𝖔𝖆𝖉 Β© It hurt because it mattered. – John Green

Scotland
Joined on September 28, 2015
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Nothing is mine just my breathe

If my heart could explain herself From under this old rib She’d do it by By singing In a husky Falsetto Dum Spiro, Spero If ever my eyes Dared to meet yours In passing bys A silly doof doof Of a beat is wooshed Unheard by you But ached by me instead #poetry #vss #writing

What's the time half past nine hang yer knickers on the line saw a ghost eating toast halfway up a lampost

Let me lead you all through your fatigued journey, and lift you up if you fall down, in case you catch fire, I will join you and together we shall soar up like a flickering flame. #nanopoetry https://t.co/kCyB0rK00t

Beautiful shards wasted whisky words bending glass a new warm deck of cards shuffle deal strip the lace soaked skin you lost that hand my go on the black and blue strings peel off the clinging denim and everything begin begin again fill the bubbling flutes with sweet fruit https://t.co/nhf9BkSdPW

I can't remember all that happened,
I can't remember my thoughts or feelings,
I can remember smells,
I can remember so many faces,
Looking down at me,
Not recognizing any.

πŸŠπŸŠβ€SO MANY FACESβ€πŸŠπŸŠ

🧑Tag #mentalhealthprompts https://t.co/NtlMmWPJfk

I can't remember all that happened, I can't remember my thoughts or feelings, I can remember smells, I can remember so many faces, Looking down at me, Not recognizing any. πŸŠπŸŠβ€SO MANY FACESβ€πŸŠπŸŠ 🧑Tag #mentalhealthprompts https://t.co/NtlMmWPJfk

"Stay here with me," he said, And kissed me, So I have stayed, Trying to keep myself distracted, With others and poetry, But, Most days I wait, For there is no one like Him.πŸ’‹β€πŸ˜ˆ 362 - WAIT #Erotica280

I hold the cream of flowing emotion the dripping richness of an explosion its in my own hands an endless opera gently crushed not rushed or brushed on a womb of sines i'm bending the threads into a mouth of angel rays i'll be the bubble machine you be the evolution of my dreams https://t.co/8jErWmMCe1

The most successful piece I’ve written this year is a three liner. It’s an early response to the #pandemic. It’s not particularly gloomy but not uplifting either. It’s about stillness maybe. Being humanly quiet. Staring at walls. Passage through time. To pause is not surrender. https://t.co/9knU0JpzCY

The most successful piece I’ve written this year is a three liner. It’s an early response to the #pandemic. It’s not particularly gloomy but not uplifting either. It’s about stillness maybe. Being humanly quiet. Staring at walls. Passage through time. To pause is not surrender. https://t.co/9knU0JpzCY

Soul Souls Soulful Soulfully His Soul, Her Soul, Their Souls, Light my Soul, Darken my Soul, Feed my Soul, Feed off my Soul, Feed from your Soul, Burn my Soul, Caress my Soul, Look into my Soul, Fuck my Soul, (and my body, why you're at it). #wickedravenxer 😈

Day 108: In our multiplicity, worthlessness, dispersion; Ephemeral & dissatisfied, we're yet to burgeon, To awaken our gardens; to ascend past rationality; To open our wings to the astonishment of capacity & the stirring flow of air. All else is delusions of grandeur. #blm381

she was kept in what resembled a lava light hair hung above her swaying folding slowly in a timeless space colours of saffron blue violet reds as her body sunk slowly below the glass it elongated into unnatural form this slow motion of a life captured hostage to touch of a hand

She passed by 
my window 
gave me an 
enchanting smile 
and all the while 
though i have no style 
i felt myself blush 
where she's from
or where she goes 
i don't know 
but it felt good 
just to be there
and in a thought 
i hope it was hawt
it made me feel
warm like this day https://t.co/vBlFy19CUq

She passed by my window gave me an enchanting smile and all the while though i have no style i felt myself blush where she's from or where she goes i don't know but it felt good just to be there and in a thought i hope it was hawt it made me feel warm like this day https://t.co/vBlFy19CUq

A #chiliad of notions flips through his mind are they just utterances of sweet sugar tea jars or the disguise of a railroad of hand stitched scars whatever it takes to draw a breath he keeps on going looking for that one kiss that matches his as he sighs into the void #vss365

Writing Soulmates Written by Esther van den Heuvel @esthervdheuvel1 Recited by Fizzy @Fizzytwizler #ReadMeSpeakMe No.112 for @ReadMeSpeakMe #SpokenWord #poetry 🎢🎢 https://t.co/70FvIBEyVo

#ReadMeSpeakMe #112: Writing Soulmates by ⁦@esthervdheuvel1⁩ The setting is a trucker’s eye view of my life and why writing ✍🏽 and reading you is my escape.πŸ˜‰ https://t.co/lhW53ZOI4c

"Writing Soulmates" Written by Esther van den Heuvel @esthervdheuvel1 and read for #ReadMeSpeakMe No. 112 https://t.co/rxoBnv8aQK

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