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Because I am. I so AM. And besides the fact that they have no idea. There is immeasurable infinite value right here
The Dani WriterPublished 3 years ago in PoetsGaia
Imperatively, unneeded desires meet gullible glutinous absorbing energy. This transfers and transpires to equanimity corresponding to one and all
Deep down inside
She wondered why you told her lies, Her heart just dies as tears run down her face as she cries, cries, cries. She wonders was it her that did it all, did he ever want more or better to walk out that door.
Jesse CatherinePublished 3 years ago in PoetsMANHOLE
Listless leaves scatter then coalesce Drainage blocked Water pools Pressure builds pushing, slithering, winding through
Andrew RutterPublished 3 years ago in PoetsGo With the Wind Crow, Bring Me Good News
The Sun spits in my face While the crows stalk The wire and follow me Up the street hungry For my shadow. I'd feel better with a
Michael ButorovichPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIn the Dust and the Decay
There is beauty in the way the city moves between the grooves of the present and the past. Modern buildings standing tall, amid them all an old granite church, with pigeons perched in its stained-glass windows. The faint glow of the streetlights upon a scruffy shrub. Mourning doves picking their way through the pavement. Graffiti embellished tenement walls, spray painted with words, like verses from an ancient tome. Squalid homes displayed behind rusted gates. Wooden crates stacked in alleyway corners on an ordinary day. Beauty portrayed in the dust and the decay of everyday living.
Melissa DavilioPublished 3 years ago in PoetsBottomlands Horse
They shook on that this man had deepened, but he was kitten. They rode the bottomlands, passing cattle grazed at ten in the morning
Amos GladePublished 3 years ago in PoetsDemi-Death
We ride the other side, almost dead, gliding along garden walls, photos on the mantle fade, backs broken infect gone lame
Amos GladePublished 3 years ago in PoetsPurity & Fear
I do not listen I hear only I see you, touch you, I have fear. At night I become excited nights are impure polish them.
Amos GladePublished 3 years ago in PoetsAwaken the Night
the galaxy peeks at us between the clouds born on the horizon that scatters light aplenty, and we’re all just dots in the landscape as we
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsP I EC E S
I suppose it is something to try. You could say that it’s something to do. I’d say I guess that could be true, but the root of the matter is not that I’ve grown bored out of my mind boarded up… but rather that I’m
Anthony DahmPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Moon Never Speaks On The 9th Of May
Don’t tell me you love me when yesterday, before my eyes, the moon cried. Today I awake soaked in blood, my murdered heart had tasted the truth.
Stephen BetancourtPublished 3 years ago in Poets