Something has been living inside of me. It has been waiting so long to be free. Longing to just be. Either as itself or a parody.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Poets
Choose a word or phrase to complete the line as you read. The choices are bold and in parentheses. I went (Left or right) into the hallway
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Sterile, empty room sits before me, devoid of any charm or character, or hint of purpose Irrepressible, incandescent lights, with their harsh and unforgiving glare, assault my eyes
By Ryan Burkey2 years ago in Poets
Sunday is the last time I smiled at you with hearts in my eyes I won‘t let our eyes meet long enough for you to notice their absence
By Semara2 years ago in Poets
So, you want me to be quiet? Inside voices, and all that, Listening intently, only speaking consequently, Echolocating in the silence like a bat.
By em2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere in the chaos of reality I plunge into my thoughts. Listening to my own stillness, I ponder Endless words strung like pearls,
By Marilyn Ketterer2 years ago in Poets
She began as soon as death's rattle had imprinted Into her happily ever after Life. She danced among the wrung rhythms, the fading
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
Slower and slower; it's not my imagination, not today. Infant hearts usually beat quickly, don't they? Lest my breaths obscure yours, I breathe in slowly and hold.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Solitude holds me as I listen intently Listen to the evocative empty nothingness, sinking... closing my eyes * Thanks for reading!
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
sleep takes me captive, no matter how much I fight it, no matter what I do to escape its grasp...it takes me away down to the darkest recesses of the world of shadows
Sitting here in utter silence, I close my eyes. Idol, my other senses amplify. Learning to be in this stillness. Echoes of my heart beating in the,
By Steffany Pope2 years ago in Poets
Suppressing possibilities required reflection. In the mouth of madness, suffered from introspection. Lingering images rented space in my crown.
By Adrianne Kirksey2 years ago in Poets
