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Writing is the portal to my subconscious. Come inside.
Searching for meaning and discovering truth. Writing is the portal to my subconscious. Come inside.
Articles
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
Whispers from the Earth
I wrote about a memory today
Full of pain and low self-worth
About a death on a sunny day
My self-expression buried in the Earth
It was stomped down hard
Beneath the flowers and the rocks
Below the ground, dried and cracked
Staying put, forever locked
Who dunnit? You ask
Only this you'd never guess
It was the love of my life
Though his name I'd never fess
His cold demeanor and carelessness
Crushed my work beneath his feet
I watched with teary eyes
Feeling small and in defeat
I rose my fists in the air
I cursed and yelled and screamed
"What's the big deal?" He moaned
I felt my anger beam
My art, my creativity
It meant as much as sand
In his eyes, if he didn't make it
It wasn't worth a damn
My heart was pumping fast
But broken just the same
I left to mourn in solitude
As quickly as I came
My bright creative soul
Was buried deep that sunny day
As I watched her crouch below his feet
No time to run away
Instead she cracked and ripped
She broke to pieces, she tore
She yelled and screamed so loudly
But wasn't heard anymore
From that day, she stayed down deep
Peeking up from a shadowy cave
Her voice was quiet as a whisper
Her energy, so precious to save
That day will never be forgotten
Full of pain and tears
The day the artist was buried down
For days, months, and years
When she finally arose again
After years of change and strife
She faltered and she stumbled
Trying to take back her life
She thawed out her hands
And began to write the words
She'd been saying them to herself for years
Finally, she'd be heard
She wrote about her anger
She wrote about her fear
She wrote about her desire
Being absent for all these years
She wrote about her pain
She wrote about demise
She shifted and she grew
Realizing all the lies
She wrote about a memory
About a death on a sunny day
Full of pain and low self-worth
The day she lost her way
Articles
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
Whispers from the Earth
I wrote about a memory today
Full of pain and low self-worth
About a death on a sunny day
My self-expression buried in the Earth
It was stomped down hard
Beneath the flowers and the rocks
Below the ground, dried and cracked
Staying put, forever locked
Who dunnit? You ask
Only this you'd never guess
It was the love of my life
Though his name I'd never fess
His cold demeanor and carelessness
Crushed my work beneath his feet
I watched with teary eyes
Feeling small and in defeat
I rose my fists in the air
I cursed and yelled and screamed
"What's the big deal?" He moaned
I felt my anger beam
My art, my creativity
It meant as much as sand
In his eyes, if he didn't make it
It wasn't worth a damn
My heart was pumping fast
But broken just the same
I left to mourn in solitude
As quickly as I came
My bright creative soul
Was buried deep that sunny day
As I watched her crouch below his feet
No time to run away
Instead she cracked and ripped
She broke to pieces, she tore
She yelled and screamed so loudly
But wasn't heard anymore
From that day, she stayed down deep
Peeking up from a shadowy cave
Her voice was quiet as a whisper
Her energy, so precious to save
That day will never be forgotten
Full of pain and tears
The day the artist was buried down
For days, months, and years
When she finally arose again
After years of change and strife
She faltered and she stumbled
Trying to take back her life
She thawed out her hands
And began to write the words
She'd been saying them to herself for years
Finally, she'd be heard
She wrote about her anger
She wrote about her fear
She wrote about her desire
Being absent for all these years
She wrote about her pain
She wrote about demise
She shifted and she grew
Realizing all the lies
She wrote about a memory
About a death on a sunny day
Full of pain and low self-worth
The day she lost her way
Poetry
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
Whispers from the Earth
I wrote about a memory today
Full of pain and low self-worth
About a death on a sunny day
My self-expression buried in the Earth
It was stomped down hard
Beneath the flowers and the rocks
Below the ground, dried and cracked
Staying put, forever locked
Who dunnit? You ask
Only this you'd never guess
It was the love of my life
Though his name I'd never fess
His cold demeanor and carelessness
Crushed my work beneath his feet
I watched with teary eyes
Feeling small and in defeat
I rose my fists in the air
I cursed and yelled and screamed
"What's the big deal?" He moaned
I felt my anger beam
My art, my creativity
It meant as much as sand
In his eyes, if he didn't make it
It wasn't worth a damn
My heart was pumping fast
But broken just the same
I left to mourn in solitude
As quickly as I came
My bright creative soul
Was buried deep that sunny day
As I watched her crouch below his feet
No time to run away
Instead she cracked and ripped
She broke to pieces, she tore
She yelled and screamed so loudly
But wasn't heard anymore
From that day, she stayed down deep
Peeking up from a shadowy cave
Her voice was quiet as a whisper
Her energy, so precious to save
That day will never be forgotten
Full of pain and tears
The day the artist was buried down
For days, months, and years
When she finally arose again
After years of change and strife
She faltered and she stumbled
Trying to take back her life
She thawed out her hands
And began to write the words
She'd been saying them to herself for years
Finally, she'd be heard
She wrote about her anger
She wrote about her fear
She wrote about her desire
Being absent for all these years
She wrote about her pain
She wrote about demise
She shifted and she grew
Realizing all the lies
She wrote about a memory
About a death on a sunny day
Full of pain and low self-worth
The day she lost her way
Poetry
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
Whispers from the Earth
I wrote about a memory today
Full of pain and low self-worth
About a death on a sunny day
My self-expression buried in the Earth
It was stomped down hard
Beneath the flowers and the rocks
Below the ground, dried and cracked
Staying put, forever locked
Who dunnit? You ask
Only this you'd never guess
It was the love of my life
Though his name I'd never fess
His cold demeanor and carelessness
Crushed my work beneath his feet
I watched with teary eyes
Feeling small and in defeat
I rose my fists in the air
I cursed and yelled and screamed
"What's the big deal?" He moaned
I felt my anger beam
My art, my creativity
It meant as much as sand
In his eyes, if he didn't make it
It wasn't worth a damn
My heart was pumping fast
But broken just the same
I left to mourn in solitude
As quickly as I came
My bright creative soul
Was buried deep that sunny day
As I watched her crouch below his feet
No time to run away
Instead she cracked and ripped
She broke to pieces, she tore
She yelled and screamed so loudly
But wasn't heard anymore
From that day, she stayed down deep
Peeking up from a shadowy cave
Her voice was quiet as a whisper
Her energy, so precious to save
That day will never be forgotten
Full of pain and tears
The day the artist was buried down
For days, months, and years
When she finally arose again
After years of change and strife
She faltered and she stumbled
Trying to take back her life
She thawed out her hands
And began to write the words
She'd been saying them to herself for years
Finally, she'd be heard
She wrote about her anger
She wrote about her fear
She wrote about her desire
Being absent for all these years
She wrote about her pain
She wrote about demise
She shifted and she grew
Realizing all the lies
She wrote about a memory
About a death on a sunny day
Full of pain and low self-worth
The day she lost her way
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Podcast Appearances
Click on each image to tune in!
Pleasure Power with Aubrey Moore
Join me and Rebecca as we embark on a journey of the art of receiving and the importance of playing.
An Intimate Conversation with Aubrey Moore
Join my dear friend, Pascale Cook-Fernandes, and I as we discussed the hardships for women in sexuality and the origins of Pleasure Roots.
Sweet, Baby-Makin’ Music with Aubrey Moore
It's hard to describe in words the excitement of talking pleasure and sexuality with another Sex Coach! Listen in as Kincaid and I discuss the importance of connecting with the body through music.
Sitting Down with Sex Coach, Aubrey Moore
Talking about sex is hard. Most of us never learned how to properly have open and honest conversations about sex, and when we get into relationships, it can create strain and challenges. Listen in as Cherie and her husband, Brandon, and I discuss the importance of keeping it steamy!
Talk Dirty to Me with Aubrey Moore
Join me and my dear friend, Kincaid McMinn, as we dive into the implications of sexual language, stories about childhood sex talks, and liberation of saying whatever the fuck we want.