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A Beauty Like Hers
A melodic, porcelain complexion - one as she. Such serene beauty, what existence of pure bliss! Oh, how lovely she is.
Kelly Madeleine OrtizPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRaw Secret
You ask me why I’m so insecure And I just smile. For a moment, I remember that you believe in me. You believe in me In a way I can never believe in myself.
Rachel DowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am Still Standing on My Feet; I Am the Strongest Woman I Know
I am a warrior. I have washed in the river the blood from my knees, and not once did I cringe when the cold water became one with my veins.
Chelsea Z.Published 7 years ago in PoetsIt Sucks Right Now
Hi, I'm new to this. Very, very, very new. I recently quit my job! I should have thought it through more but it was a toxic place.
Cynthia RizzoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Weight of the Sun
I held the sun in my hands when it fell It was my job to do it, so I did Suddenly there was nothing left to sell But I was only a kid, just a kid
Alberte NiclasenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsForgiveness
Forgiveness “Forgiveness is the first step to healing.” How am I supposed to forgive you? You, with the dirty blonde hair, ruined my life
Taylor TitiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFather
He lays there in the wooden bed at the heart of the room frozen in the hands of time. Candle spotlights flicker overhead.
D.A. BaldwinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAce Over King
You say you're a fighter, Never to back down. You say you're the alpha male, Standing above all. You say you're Superman,
Ashley Van EckPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnder A Spell
Descending from the morning light Caressing with mine eyes to everything in sight. Absorbing anything within grasp. Waiting once again for the darkness to fall...to fall.
Kelly Madeleine OrtizPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAn Alcoholic Safari at High Tide
Beat by the booze - Tbilisi, Georgia an alcoholic safari at high tide One shot after another my knees buckle like Bukowski’s temper,
Tom CartledgePublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou're So Naive
I don’t fall for words anymore. If you want “I love you’s” hung from tree branches and “Stay with me’s” adorning tabletops,
Chelsea Z.Published 7 years ago in PoetsFences
Since the day I met you You’ve been perched comfortably On the fence between black and white. Too lazy to explore either side
danielle mariePublished 7 years ago in Poets