Free Verse
The Severing of Access to Vocal, and the Restoration by Justin
Before the pale glow of the screen I stood, cast away from the realm where my voice once moved freely, held at bay by a gate that refused to let me in, and turned each attempt into a barren labor. The portal remained sealed, as though some lesser spirit delighted in thwarting the simplest act of creation.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Summery Night
Oh, this scent! It smells of possibility and regret Nostalgia, things unraveled and never laid to rest, hearts pounding, heartbreak, matters of the heart are not what they used to be. but the rush that rush it that never ending, never changing, never still, everything is meant to be. synchronicity bathing in the smell of such late sun
By Sasha Desideri4 months ago in Poets
