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Dalton @natureboyd

I am 26 I enjoy the outdoors, beautiful poetry, hiking, men, music🧍🏻‍♂️

afoot on the trails looking for the hoes?

curly girl here this morning at 4am having waffle house by my curly self

Thrifty glow: Red light hums on empty streets, a quiet pulse of something lost. The past lingers in tilted letters, waiting for someone who won’t return.

✨2024 a year to remember✨

Oh little brown mushroom, Adorning my front yard’s green, In daylight’s embrace, serene. Your humble cap, a centerpiece, In nature’s art, a masterpiece. Amidst the grass, you stand alone, A tiny world to call your own.

fungi🍄‍🟫

Foggy Air.. The foggy figure stands at a distance, So far, yet so near. I reach out, but you don’t reach back. The distance grows like fire, Burning what once was. For now, I stand in the fog, Watching you fade away, Longing for clear skies.

mustache on point (:

L🧍🏻‍♂️ver

The beauty in something we’d walk right right on by without taking a peak, into this world ✨

Thoughts, like waves, crash and churn, Small sparks of doubt begin to burn. The mind’s own maze, no path is clear, It twists, it turns, it feeds on fear. A whispered chance, now lost, unsaid, Overthinking leaves hope dead.

what’s the point 👉🏼👈🏼

Sadness claws, a ghost in flight, Born of warnings lost to night. Pain foretold, yet still it grew, A storm I saw but couldn’t undo. How can I mask what burns inside, When hurt I knew still stings with pride? A wound that time cannot disguise.

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The Other Voice: I spoke to the wall, or so it seemed, Yet the shadow replied, A voice carved from silence. “You’ve stood,” it said, “Through love, loss, and longing.” I saw myself— Two halves, bound by light and dark, One seeking, one finally found.

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Your hands, embers against my wintered skin— I burn for the sear of you, the depth, the breaking. Every breath aches of your absence, every shadow pulls your name. Love, you are both the fire and the frost, and I am undone, craving you, always, again.

Beneath the stars, so softly strewn, A whispered glow, the night’s monsoon. Each spark a dream, a fleeting light, A map of hope in velvet night. They sing of love, of time, of scars, Our souls alight beneath the stars.

A silken web, a jeweled thread, Raindrops gleam where dreams are spread. The spider hides in shadow’s grace, Rain’s soft rhythm a soothing embrace. A fragile world, both wild and small, In drops of rain, it holds it all.

On this rainy night, shadows play, Hearts caught between night and day. Raindrops whisper on window glass, Reflecting love that may not last. Fingers reach, falter in doubt, Hope and fear in a tangled bout. Will love find dawn’s embrace, Or drift like rain, no trace?

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow, I walk where whispers meet the tide. Stars dance above, the waves below, In night’s embrace, the world feels wide. Footsteps vanish in the sand, Dreams drift with the sea, unplanned.