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Whispers from the Earth

August 07, 20232 min read

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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Aubrey Moore

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Articles

Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.

blog image

Whispers from the Earth

August 07, 20232 min read

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

blog author image

Aubrey Moore

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Poetry

Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.

blog image

Whispers from the Earth

August 07, 20232 min read

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

blog author image

Aubrey Moore

Back to Blog

Poetry

Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.

blog image

Whispers from the Earth

August 07, 20232 min read

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

blog author image

Aubrey Moore

Back to Blog

Podcast Appearances

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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.

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.

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