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The Fixer
Swirling storm of water and foam impeccably designed to eradicate unwanted life. The water is boiling, and wears away at layers of grease. Disinfecting. Destroying. The process is whirling and unfurling while I sit safely in a leather throne, ankles crossed and legs tucked slightly beneath me. There was silence in between the violent churns of extermination from the kitchen.
L. E. KingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGentle Touch
The Gentle graceful gradual gift growing gallantly grasping good emotion effortlessly entering one encompassing the entirety of myself to witness the silent
James FuentesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Life in the Dark
I hate to show emotion because I don’t like explaining how I feel. Crying doesn’t make me weak, but tell me how you would feel
Kaitlyn MarquettePublished 7 years ago in PoetsJust One More Time...
You piss me off, You make me cry, You even make me wonder why. Why do I put up with it all? Why do I let you see my weakness?
The Reality of Love Now, The Fanciful Dream of Love in Time
It's late at night And I'm thinking of you As I so often do When I'm alone As I so often am When my imaginative mind Wonders what it would be like
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBirth of a Model, Birth of a Star
Mother Nature needed someone to represent her beauty She sprung forth many but yet none was worthy Till a cry was heard on the 7th of March
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHome
Walls coloured custard with faded silk stripes, edges eaten into threads by starving insects. Crying from dank, rot-punctured ceilings,
Jamie WilkinsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Pearls of Aphrodite
I. In the horizon I see the pearls nestled behind your pink silk lips. Your hair, Caramel fire burning on The Throne of Aphrodite.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsColorless
The black I remember the taste of it Dripping off your tongue Burning into our flesh Like a sickness To have green pastures
L. E. KingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Thought I Was Young and Free
I believed I was young and would always be free, then one day I awoke and realised my body had trapped me. As my heart aches and tears do fall, I start again to build up that wall.
Bianca O'ReillyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCan You Put Your Faith In Me
I can't say I understand what you've been through No one person can say that of another Pain is not the same, never exactly the same
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHope's Beacon
And so I, in my deepest thoughts, doth think Of the beginning of a lot of thinks and cringe What about the if and if nots
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in Poets