Layla 7075
@layla777.bsky.social
“There is less in this than meets the eye”- Talullah Bankhead
Native, DAR( daughter of American Revolution 1776). Ponderer of life and lover of words and music.
Native, DAR( daughter of American Revolution 1776). Ponderer of life and lover of words and music.
My words spilled as effortlessly
as blood from my veins,
softly, seductively
Just a catalyst for my thoughts
Rendered into a dampened
contemplation.
as blood from my veins,
softly, seductively
Just a catalyst for my thoughts
Rendered into a dampened
contemplation.
April 3, 2025 at 5:27 PM
My words spilled as effortlessly
as blood from my veins,
softly, seductively
Just a catalyst for my thoughts
Rendered into a dampened
contemplation.
as blood from my veins,
softly, seductively
Just a catalyst for my thoughts
Rendered into a dampened
contemplation.
I am not the muse of your lines,
rather only a villain in your mind
penned with poison ink that
etches craters of hurt in my soft flesh
meant only for lusty licks and laughter.
Let those quills compose gently on my skin
not dragged, marring my soul
rather only a villain in your mind
penned with poison ink that
etches craters of hurt in my soft flesh
meant only for lusty licks and laughter.
Let those quills compose gently on my skin
not dragged, marring my soul
April 3, 2025 at 5:27 PM
I am not the muse of your lines,
rather only a villain in your mind
penned with poison ink that
etches craters of hurt in my soft flesh
meant only for lusty licks and laughter.
Let those quills compose gently on my skin
not dragged, marring my soul
rather only a villain in your mind
penned with poison ink that
etches craters of hurt in my soft flesh
meant only for lusty licks and laughter.
Let those quills compose gently on my skin
not dragged, marring my soul
She ruled her world with one hand dipped into the divine
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
April 3, 2025 at 5:25 PM
She ruled her world with one hand dipped into the divine
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
She ruled her world with one hand dipped into the divine
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
March 19, 2025 at 4:42 AM
She ruled her world with one hand dipped into the divine
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
and the other grasping a twice bitten apple.
I don’t pine for you as I once did.
Your face is blurred in my memory,
and I struggle to remember details
of our interactions and songs don’t
bring me your particular brand of pain.
At first,
for a time,
I thought I would break,
now?
I can’t understand why.
Your face is blurred in my memory,
and I struggle to remember details
of our interactions and songs don’t
bring me your particular brand of pain.
At first,
for a time,
I thought I would break,
now?
I can’t understand why.
March 19, 2025 at 4:42 AM
I don’t pine for you as I once did.
Your face is blurred in my memory,
and I struggle to remember details
of our interactions and songs don’t
bring me your particular brand of pain.
At first,
for a time,
I thought I would break,
now?
I can’t understand why.
Your face is blurred in my memory,
and I struggle to remember details
of our interactions and songs don’t
bring me your particular brand of pain.
At first,
for a time,
I thought I would break,
now?
I can’t understand why.
This darkness will lift
pain will recede like tides.
No grasping for that. Overdone beautiful
floral release of discomfort.
After all, it is I who has
always survived
pain will recede like tides.
No grasping for that. Overdone beautiful
floral release of discomfort.
After all, it is I who has
always survived
March 19, 2025 at 4:40 AM
This darkness will lift
pain will recede like tides.
No grasping for that. Overdone beautiful
floral release of discomfort.
After all, it is I who has
always survived
pain will recede like tides.
No grasping for that. Overdone beautiful
floral release of discomfort.
After all, it is I who has
always survived
My Dear Mr. Hughes,
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
February 14, 2025 at 6:08 AM
My Dear Mr. Hughes,
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
The memories come with rain
Of our dancing and the
pain,
your breath heavy on my skin,
my inability to refuse every sin
Now?
I struggle to remember your name
Of our dancing and the
pain,
your breath heavy on my skin,
my inability to refuse every sin
Now?
I struggle to remember your name
February 10, 2025 at 5:34 AM
The memories come with rain
Of our dancing and the
pain,
your breath heavy on my skin,
my inability to refuse every sin
Now?
I struggle to remember your name
Of our dancing and the
pain,
your breath heavy on my skin,
my inability to refuse every sin
Now?
I struggle to remember your name
My Dear Mr. Hughes,
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
February 10, 2025 at 5:26 AM
My Dear Mr. Hughes,
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
A Dream Deferred
need not fester and run
it may thrive beautifully,
silken and golden in the sun.
Memories fade
Time is a thief.
no whiskey breath
scorching skin seeking solace,
no gentle whispers to raise my flesh
And butterflies have flown away
in search of deep lusty laughter.
I imagine her, enraptured by all,
and my butterflies finding their new home.
#poetry
Time is a thief.
no whiskey breath
scorching skin seeking solace,
no gentle whispers to raise my flesh
And butterflies have flown away
in search of deep lusty laughter.
I imagine her, enraptured by all,
and my butterflies finding their new home.
#poetry
February 10, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Memories fade
Time is a thief.
no whiskey breath
scorching skin seeking solace,
no gentle whispers to raise my flesh
And butterflies have flown away
in search of deep lusty laughter.
I imagine her, enraptured by all,
and my butterflies finding their new home.
#poetry
Time is a thief.
no whiskey breath
scorching skin seeking solace,
no gentle whispers to raise my flesh
And butterflies have flown away
in search of deep lusty laughter.
I imagine her, enraptured by all,
and my butterflies finding their new home.
#poetry
He entered my soul
a heretical black mass,
with merry making devils
dread masters who revel
Peddlers of used hearts,
sculptors of empty parts
I Exhaled the ones
not anointed,
The bastards left giggling
not disappointed.
#poetry
a heretical black mass,
with merry making devils
dread masters who revel
Peddlers of used hearts,
sculptors of empty parts
I Exhaled the ones
not anointed,
The bastards left giggling
not disappointed.
#poetry
February 9, 2025 at 12:59 AM
He entered my soul
a heretical black mass,
with merry making devils
dread masters who revel
Peddlers of used hearts,
sculptors of empty parts
I Exhaled the ones
not anointed,
The bastards left giggling
not disappointed.
#poetry
a heretical black mass,
with merry making devils
dread masters who revel
Peddlers of used hearts,
sculptors of empty parts
I Exhaled the ones
not anointed,
The bastards left giggling
not disappointed.
#poetry
If you kiss me with rough
butterflies
I promise to swallow them whole
and keep them safe.
butterflies
I promise to swallow them whole
and keep them safe.
February 1, 2025 at 12:22 AM
If you kiss me with rough
butterflies
I promise to swallow them whole
and keep them safe.
butterflies
I promise to swallow them whole
and keep them safe.
There is a thirst
that lies beyond
ravenous.
Whisper to me
your sublime from
fevered lips
Which desires shall I
quench first?
that lies beyond
ravenous.
Whisper to me
your sublime from
fevered lips
Which desires shall I
quench first?
January 28, 2025 at 4:58 PM
There is a thirst
that lies beyond
ravenous.
Whisper to me
your sublime from
fevered lips
Which desires shall I
quench first?
that lies beyond
ravenous.
Whisper to me
your sublime from
fevered lips
Which desires shall I
quench first?
He smelled of the sea and bourbon tasted of it too,
of a mint julep with an odd salt rim
Somewhere between sympathy and regret a sensitive
hand grabbed mine,
and opened his mouth as if to say something.
Instead,
he smiled his crooked smile unconvincingly and walked away
of a mint julep with an odd salt rim
Somewhere between sympathy and regret a sensitive
hand grabbed mine,
and opened his mouth as if to say something.
Instead,
he smiled his crooked smile unconvincingly and walked away
January 18, 2025 at 1:21 PM
He smelled of the sea and bourbon tasted of it too,
of a mint julep with an odd salt rim
Somewhere between sympathy and regret a sensitive
hand grabbed mine,
and opened his mouth as if to say something.
Instead,
he smiled his crooked smile unconvincingly and walked away
of a mint julep with an odd salt rim
Somewhere between sympathy and regret a sensitive
hand grabbed mine,
and opened his mouth as if to say something.
Instead,
he smiled his crooked smile unconvincingly and walked away
Your storms frightened me, but it was the calm before that made me tremble
January 18, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Your storms frightened me, but it was the calm before that made me tremble
@agingbull.bsky.social thank you kind Sir
January 11, 2025 at 4:07 PM
@agingbull.bsky.social thank you kind Sir
Gypsy Heart with a Rock 'n' Roll
Soul
She's been lookin' but it can't be found
She ain't stayin' around to hear those church bells toll
Oh no Sir!
She's has something a kinda magic flow
That girl? She's destiny bound
Soul
She's been lookin' but it can't be found
She ain't stayin' around to hear those church bells toll
Oh no Sir!
She's has something a kinda magic flow
That girl? She's destiny bound
January 3, 2025 at 2:21 AM
Gypsy Heart with a Rock 'n' Roll
Soul
She's been lookin' but it can't be found
She ain't stayin' around to hear those church bells toll
Oh no Sir!
She's has something a kinda magic flow
That girl? She's destiny bound
Soul
She's been lookin' but it can't be found
She ain't stayin' around to hear those church bells toll
Oh no Sir!
She's has something a kinda magic flow
That girl? She's destiny bound
All most women want is to feel safe
January 1, 2025 at 1:24 AM
All most women want is to feel safe
Lying with you I knew it wasn’t ok. There was so much silence in the replay
You think I didn’t see, but I saw things that weren’t me
I had seen everything you were,
Watched and knew my place
I knew with you I wasn’t safe
You think I didn’t see, but I saw things that weren’t me
I had seen everything you were,
Watched and knew my place
I knew with you I wasn’t safe
January 1, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Lying with you I knew it wasn’t ok. There was so much silence in the replay
You think I didn’t see, but I saw things that weren’t me
I had seen everything you were,
Watched and knew my place
I knew with you I wasn’t safe
You think I didn’t see, but I saw things that weren’t me
I had seen everything you were,
Watched and knew my place
I knew with you I wasn’t safe
Don’t bother me with slick goodbyes
I’ve. Been awake and seen with my own eyes
The way you menaced internally breaking all ties
Then talking sweetly
but full of lies
I’ve. Been awake and seen with my own eyes
The way you menaced internally breaking all ties
Then talking sweetly
but full of lies
January 1, 2025 at 1:21 AM
Don’t bother me with slick goodbyes
I’ve. Been awake and seen with my own eyes
The way you menaced internally breaking all ties
Then talking sweetly
but full of lies
I’ve. Been awake and seen with my own eyes
The way you menaced internally breaking all ties
Then talking sweetly
but full of lies
Your face seems to
Haunt my dreams
They don’t ever end
it seems
Im begging them to go away but they are here cruel torturing me to stay.
Haunt my dreams
They don’t ever end
it seems
Im begging them to go away but they are here cruel torturing me to stay.
January 1, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Your face seems to
Haunt my dreams
They don’t ever end
it seems
Im begging them to go away but they are here cruel torturing me to stay.
Haunt my dreams
They don’t ever end
it seems
Im begging them to go away but they are here cruel torturing me to stay.
You picked up my shattered heart and held it so close. I’m not surprised, but I’m happy you have it in you hands I’m not surprised, but I’m stunned how quickly you knew.
January 1, 2025 at 1:19 AM
You picked up my shattered heart and held it so close. I’m not surprised, but I’m happy you have it in you hands I’m not surprised, but I’m stunned how quickly you knew.
Float with me into the ethereal
Where magic glows
a Crimson haze. Where
time ceases and your heart
thumps its promise
to only mine
Where magic glows
a Crimson haze. Where
time ceases and your heart
thumps its promise
to only mine
December 22, 2024 at 5:44 AM
Float with me into the ethereal
Where magic glows
a Crimson haze. Where
time ceases and your heart
thumps its promise
to only mine
Where magic glows
a Crimson haze. Where
time ceases and your heart
thumps its promise
to only mine
Don’t want to be
Good or bad
Lost or sad
Crazy or wild
Meek or mild
Don’t want to
Beg or play
I want to be.
Good or bad
Lost or sad
Crazy or wild
Meek or mild
Don’t want to
Beg or play
I want to be.
December 22, 2024 at 5:42 AM
Don’t want to be
Good or bad
Lost or sad
Crazy or wild
Meek or mild
Don’t want to
Beg or play
I want to be.
Good or bad
Lost or sad
Crazy or wild
Meek or mild
Don’t want to
Beg or play
I want to be.
I waited
In our secret cafe
I wore the black dress you ripped once. Eager for it to disappear,
for your skin to melt against mine.
I waited.
Until lovers left after bottles of Merlot wandering into their night embrace
I waited.
In our secret cafe
I wore the black dress you ripped once. Eager for it to disappear,
for your skin to melt against mine.
I waited.
Until lovers left after bottles of Merlot wandering into their night embrace
I waited.
December 22, 2024 at 5:40 AM
I waited
In our secret cafe
I wore the black dress you ripped once. Eager for it to disappear,
for your skin to melt against mine.
I waited.
Until lovers left after bottles of Merlot wandering into their night embrace
I waited.
In our secret cafe
I wore the black dress you ripped once. Eager for it to disappear,
for your skin to melt against mine.
I waited.
Until lovers left after bottles of Merlot wandering into their night embrace
I waited.