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Homeward Flight (Spain)
As he passes, the man with three children and the tired wife rolls his eyes at me. Briefly, we connect. His look says simply:
Michael McIntoshPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnfaithful
UNFAITHFUL AND FULL OF LIES, MANY TIMES TELLING THEM LOOKING DEAD IN MY EYES, ALL I EVER WANTED FROM YOU WAS YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,
My Great Niece
My great niece, little miss Bethany. I am your great Aunt Crystal. You might not remember me. I am writing this for you. Soon you'll be turning three, you look so much like your mom and dad.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUntitled
Like Aphrodite’s perilous steps that found her fallen in the traps of love Adonis was whitened flesh, Deceased delicacy, bipolarity, in gentle
Lunaneres /Published 7 years ago in PoetsWhen I Was a KID
When i was a kid, Red was the color of love. But now it seems to be the color of blood. When i was a kid, i was unaware about most things.
Anubhuti LakheraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsV.
It’s so hard to think right now, All I can do is use all my energy to stop myself from crying. Because the last time I saw him,
Michelle JacquesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsScarred
When going back to the hospital to register for my surgery the other day, I was hurt, hurt very deep. I had a severe anxiety attack. It happened as we
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOn Writing
If all of the madness of the world could be condensed down into one little poem... I'd do it. If all of the sadness in my heart
Michael GiglioPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCaste
Where does the evening go at night, I close my eyes shut out the light- and dream of someplace far away, but not always return
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Monster They Created (Part 2)
It’s been six years in this cold place. The place for the criminally insane. The strange man said I will stop liking death.
Christopher WolvertonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlacken Me Out From The Light
I see life through newborn eyes. I can sense if something lives or dies. It feels like such a burden. I don't want this overwhelming sensation to worsen.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsShifter
kick it into high then shift it into overdrive, lines are flashing in the spiral- burning to survive---.. ground control,
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in Poets