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The Girl and The Sea
Upstairs a woman is blooming But she wasn’t always At 12, her home was torn asunder The divorce years felt eternal
{Sunday} Afternoon (Forever Afternoon)
The drive home is short, with windows down and voices high, full of love and good news as only HE would have intended. Breath heavy with the scent of overly sugared burnt coffee. Gossip and Gospel still ringing in our ears.
Comfort
Often times I slam the door behind me Storming out in a hell-bound haze Feverishly my feet find their footing On the well worn path between each maple tree
Lex T. BarnettPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHome Again
Fairies are dancing all around loving the magic they have found flying, singing, swooping, prancing, all around, fairies are dancing.
Debora DyessPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSaving my soul💎
something deep eats at me, what do I feed it, I think? it’s hungry and it’s never full, eating relentlessly and gluttonous poison I’m never satisfied still feeling empty “what’s missing” it’s never enough. something deep eats at me,
Long ways home
shaky hand on paper a quaking river later and it's a long way home writing letters passing phones just talking to yourself
Sister AmadoriPublished 3 years ago in PoetsEmbracing home is embracing you in the end!
Heaven or hell, where am I? Once I open my eyes, I can’t say why Magical feelings come and arise, Everlasting moments come as surprise!
Sofia DuartePublished 3 years ago in Poetsfor argument's sake,
I mean what if there was? maybe these struggles are more than ourselves, not self-given. or maybe they are and we morph from angel to demon as we please and take the consequence of each.
HOME
I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s nowhere I’ve been. I don’t know what I’m looking for...it’s nothing I’ve seen I’m not the person I ever tried to be. And I’m still searching daily for the ‘me’ inside of me.
Lauren WallettPublished 3 years ago in Poetstoday
today you can feel all your desire in wishing he was with you you smile find your strength and believe you are lucky for loving
A Part Of Me Walked Away
A part of me walked away, it didn’t even look back. My body was too much to bare, it found a way out. * A chance at life
Tact
I know who I’m supposed to be, and how I’m supposed to act. I should try to watch all that I do and use a little tact.
Debra HerringtonPublished 3 years ago in Poets