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Man Alive
A frayed knot I’m afraid not A mad dog may be more fitting Then perhaps that’s not hitting The nail on the head The truth may well be dead
Shaun PondPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Study in Deconstruction
I. The first time you said you loved me, My gut reaction was panic. The thought of forever with you Was enough to send my body into shock.
Rachel DowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Was a Lucky One
I Was A Lucky One I remember how it felt going out alone for the first time Your friends are laughing and dancing watching them throw back shot after shot
Taylor TitiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCracks In the Light
Unspoken secrets, coveted, shared.Time that bends like sunflowersturning their faces towards rays of radiance.Words of love tricklingfrom my lips...Rain shatters on the groundas I turn to youand pull you into my embrace...Love remembered.Shadows of the forbidden torn awaylike waves crashing on the shore,darkness receding leaving, banished,sparkling seashells in their wake.The longing moon flirting with achandelier of stars as the peaceful feelingof safety ensconces me as it emanatesfrom your arms.Grains of stardust catch the moonfirea whisper, a kiss,until you and I become lostfallen into the cracks in the light.
Valentyna HollowayPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBalance
Without blue there's no red, without water there's no land, without cats there's no dogs and the list continues... why does one need the other? How come one can't exist without it? Is it in human nature to rebel? One day I got fed up with my boss and his tyranny and I wanted to throw a tire wrench through his windshield: the irony, I was to the point where I didn't give a fuck if these assholes were going to fire me, but I knew this year was the year that I would hit them with an iron fist but like night to day I realized we have different views but its the same date....
Dean MartinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSunday
I don't feel very receptive today, Apologies. The office is out of hours, To open whence it can; for the staff are hard to come by.
Ben AttwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsVinyl Hearts
My heart is a record And you You are the turntable Some time you should play me I might be scratched but I think you should be able
John WallacePublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo Love There Anymore
I fucking loved you! I think maybe still do People need to stop minding my business too Life wasn't amazing it was ridiculously crazy
Pippa RamirezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsManifestation of a Teenage Dirtbag
PART I Flood my liver like a river in this ocean of emotions too afraid to pull the trigger only hope keeps me going mamma didn't raise me as a quitter
Allea ClarkPublished 7 years ago in PoetsE.V.
Our love was destined to die. Our flame meant to burn out. In the darkness, we found each other. But in the light we fell apart.
Rhiana CarlsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOrange
When I was 14 I met him Not quite as tall back then But I was just the same as now He had curly brown hair that he slicked into place
Quinn RomeroPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTired
I'm just so tired of trying to fall asleep with an ache that pulses from the center of my forehead to right beside my eye. I'm not tired of getting high, but it takes twenty-one days to start a habit and it's already been eleven.
Published 7 years ago in Poets