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It 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 PoetsThe Slug
The Slug Slime, sliding, sludge-like; words that all describe a slug Yet, that is how it feels, How it seems to be in this mental hole
I'm Not Used to People Like You
I’ve been told that if the tiara fits, flaunt it. And you happen to be the perfect size, so I will dance around in the night until I turn into a princess.
Chelsea Z.Published 7 years ago in PoetsAn Unlikely Pilgrim
From the Princess’s Prologue Alone in her travels throughout the night Was a lass whose skin so pure and light Born of royal blood when snow lay fresh
Victoria ShawPublished 7 years ago in Poets