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When Can We Love Again?
all this space, all this place, all far from you, what do I do? not enough love for myself not too little to give someone else
Pippa RamirezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInner City Living
The bad thing about summer, Is all the drive-by shootings. The good thing about winter, Is everyone is too cold to load a gun?
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDad
I used to look up to you with all the stars in my blue eyes, the very ones you gave me. Tell me, what did I do to make you hate me?
Kaitlyn MarquettePublished 7 years ago in PoetsLines Composed at Thirty Thousand Feet
I fly, and learn the meaning of delight: to taste rich wonder, edged with tang of dread as hills fold down to flatness from this height.
Galadriel CoffeenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWith Each Breathing Desire
Incense blazing trails of clear white answers; guidance. She takes in the scent of everyday lies and confusion — left dry, drained and looking blankly into a future forward. Another night passes, replenished from worldly toxicity; she does wonder, from every time from beyond and under: 'Will I survive another chain of flesh or is this a blessing in disguise that's about to be uncovered?' — questions only the clouds would answer.
Philip von GravePublished 7 years ago in PoetsChemical Imbalances
Chemical imbalances rule her mind. Her mind is a prison filled with snakes and vines. Only she can cut the vines away from her foggy eyes.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTransformation
A feeling of emptiness deep inside, like a dark place, an endless black hole. Where everything once lived in the mind, now turns into a dying soul.
Earth AngelPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou're Like Music
You’re like music; rain beating down on a summer day, sudden and unstoppable. You’re the heat of the sun and the cool sensation of bare feet on shady grass. I had a feeling. And it grew as tall as the trees you climb, as swift as the seasons change. The skin that you’re in is something of a vision. And I’m sure all the way through is beautiful too. The pools of your eyes, deepness impending, start to take over. I’m unable to keep afloat, but that’s alright and it shows. The ocean you make up is vast and unknown. And although I try and try, not a single drop stays in my cupped hands. I build a sand castle each day to show you how I view this form of serendipity, and each night you wash it away. And when I wake to find you retreating again,
Aili BarkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDrowning
Drowning in my thoughts of you Each breath a struggle, A curse, A nightmare. You're the only one who can set me free Give me wings.
Samantha PodobnikPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Emerald Kingdom of Sobriety
The only way to recover from an addiction is to avoid those who trigger it. Avoid your old drug buddies. Avoid areas of town you get your fix.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAmerica the Beautiful?
Is it truly America the Beautiful? Or is it America the Foolish? We Americans live in pride, but are we too full of pride?
My Wall
A wall of fears built up, a bridge of trust torn down Took a left at a red light, wrong way and turned around A light once shown so bright, a beautiful girl
Skylar DawnPublished 7 years ago in Poets