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See Me
See me, the person I AM, Underneath the hurt, the tears, It's still me, I don't wear makeup to cover up who I am. This is me.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Weight
If I just hold onto this, If I just carry it a little longer, Long enough for it to weigh me down, Long enough for it to crush me,
Ode to Our Love
What are these songs of love, That they spring from the heart, The lovers warble calling out, Of squawking pain passed in time,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBuying Happiness in Space
Can you smell the blood in the air? I need a new watch for my battery. A new human vessel for my thoughts. A new space craft to travel out of this world.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIronic Recipes
I know a lot about knowing nothing. Found all I needed in all I lost. I'm letting go of holding on, cause I’ve built foundations from hanging castles. I’m excited by numb faces... I speak to their silence and jump like I hear replies. While you ask rejection for a dance cause the steps of acceptance are too predictable.
Henry WellingtonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLet Me Be
Just let me get drunk, Let me ride this wave, Let me do what all great writers do and drink myself to sleep, Let me get lost in the galaxies I see in your eyes
No Friend
No Friend! I try to tell them that you’re no friend. They say you are, till the very end. You consume their lives and make them blue,
Rose KnightPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNot My Words
A words is borrowed from legacy's crypt. Passed on and on in the flesh hence sensed. A gate it's portal does, Open to state the presence,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCancer
When I get cancer, which I undoubtably will. I'm not going to let a single tear spill. It's no use trying to fight the inevitable.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Did It
Every night, I thank my lucky stars for what I have in my life, As I look around, I fought and made it in life, I beat my odds that were pulling me down,
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCancer
My father used to lend me his precious books. Now he gives them to me, as gifts. It is unspoken, but we both know why.
Michael McIntoshPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFive Years
Our FIVE year anniversary today, feels a lot longer, with all our experiences in life. We know each other a lot better now.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in Poets