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Do you see what I did there? I captured your attention, Climbed the oak like a bear, It worked like a magical invention.
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInside
Stone cold eyes, but no hardened stare Head full of dreams but mind of despair A smile on his face, a spring in his step Swamped by the work that's been set for prep
Joshua AldenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIllusion Too Good to Be True
I thought I knew you And I thought you knew me But it is clear that we were strangers Who were never meant to be How did you not see
Alicia Del RePublished 7 years ago in PoetsInsomnia
Why can I never sleep at night? I lie there and think, watch the night consume everything but me That encroaching black calling to me
Joshua AldenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSmile.
Smile For you know not the beauty that is your soul Smile For you know not the power that you hold Smile For you are not your past or your worst
James StevisonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Haunting
You never have to look back, you never have to see me, I am just a ghost brushing through the intricate lacework of your life.
Poppy GandyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDo Not Open
Hi, I'm James. At least, that's what I want to say. But instead my mouth forms different words, ones that force their way between my teeth, much like the way I force myself out of bed in the morning. But since we're talking about mornings, let me tell you about mine. These summer dresses and cute flats never quite fit. Eating my breakfast when I wish I could be eating the pain and dysphoria I face everyday, wishing they would disappear as quickly as my cereal does.
James StevisonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Girl Who
Think about it for a second, think of who I am. I'm not some simple easy girl, you have to understand. I'm the girl who sits there silent, watching the world win.
Serrena GraggPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Birdhouse
His hair is iron and steel, as is his will, Cast in rigid form A trait of necessity It gleams silver The gold wedding Promise on his heart finger
K.R CoughlanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Dearest...
My heart mourns for love that never was. Hopes that someday soon it will be. And knows that You, were meant for Me. My soul recognizes yours.
Alexis FowlerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo Mum, No Problems?
A circle of isolated feelings, Like a mother disowning with no meanings. See I can't win, But I can lose. To know what its like,
🥀 øtcůs ..Published 7 years ago in PoetsSleep
I like watching you sleep. Not because it makes me happy, but because I know, that at least for now, you are free. Free from the pain and devastation of our daily lives. Free from the poverty and the disease. Free from the pride and the deceit. Free from the poison and the death. Because I know, that at least for now, you are free. Free to feel passion and determination. Free to feel peace and delight. I like watching you sleep because I can be sure, that at least for now, you are utterly free.
James StevisonPublished 7 years ago in Poets