fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Déjà Vu
And here we go again, another inevitable loss to this unknown mysterious cunning person. I have played this game a million times yet I am still unfamiliar with the rules. Perhaps it's because the rules change every time I play. The game is beautiful, something out of this world—an extraterrestrial. It's laced with red Rose's and lavenders in the beginning and I almost feel like a sailor on a serene sea but with time all the skills I have at playing seem to disappear and I am left defenseless. I always get stuck at at the same place because of a similar reason, I've lost more times that I have ever won, tell me this then, how can I be optimistic when I live in a pessimistic world? I've read this book before, I know the ending but the heartbreak doubles every time I read it. It's painful that my favourite character is the ill fated one however what truly tores my heart is that the book ends. We run out of pages and the ink slowly disappears. It's hard to accept but everything ends with time. It's fate's twisted way of showing us that he still got the upper hand.
Anathi BunganiPublished 4 years ago in PoetsVerity
Distance isn't a remedy but there's far too much complexity She holds onto her enmity incomprehensibly Conversation brevity
Reese MariePublished 5 years ago in PoetsSleep
Work only maybe and the morning is dead. Coming to an eclipse in my head I feel life is a joy. Long hot night and from the cold winter storm where can you be? Bye bye dying, and from city the telephone keeps on screaming. Tired of crying, so tired. As far as I could see at the Shangra La Sugar let it roll cherry pie let it fold can I thrill your soul. The thrill is told.
Paul Noel CiminoPublished 5 years ago in PoetsDragon Dreams
I dream of dragon spirit, For courage and ancient wisdom, I dream of dragon fire, To cleanse my blood and soul, I dream of dragon wings,
Sarah-Jayne HucksPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMe vs. Time
The thing is crazy Time Oh how things change in 3 months due time For what i had that time ago No longer is mine Though I keep striving for the future
Javier AlvarezPublished 5 years ago in PoetsBob Budge
Sweet stinging coke met the sinuses as hammer and anvil's horn squeezed a glowing shoe close ready to be set on hoof that would forge the journey's next leg.
Zachary BoulangerPublished 5 years ago in PoetsKnowledge
Silence, stillness, cluttered n’ disorganized vibe not feeling so energized, people acting demoralized volumes of intelligent literature, abandoned n’ dying
Westminster Bridge
Juliana was a quiet girl. they say – with long, dark hair and soft brown eyes. Her teachers said, they often caught her gazing out the classroom window, - staring at the sky.
Patrick KavanaghPublished 5 years ago in PoetsEternity
There is a space in time such that cannot be grasp'd happening in the blink of an eye nor prose, nor rhyme can define the instant twixt night's last gasp'd
Jeremy CavenaghPublished 5 years ago in PoetsPoetic News: UFO Burning Like a Candle Over NYC (Video)
Oh, jittery camera Trained upon the skies Why are you so hard to handle? It takes a lot of stamina When right before your eyes
Reid MoorePublished 5 years ago in PoetsOver the Ceiling
I was staring at the ceiling, faking a smile and I got a single thought. If I was really happy I’d be counting the tiles by the blackboard where the jukebox once was.
Annie KapurPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Talker
I am silence. I do not speak out of place or line. I don’t exist out of place or time. I have no meaning, no starting to
Annie KapurPublished 5 years ago in Poets