Are you living behind my eyes? Why is it you can see everything that I disguise? You know the cracks You know the holes
By allison5 months ago in Poets
Time is now It might be now Or in the future It could already be past Hopefully your time won’t be up The time to play could be fun
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets
Nobody recognised me for who I really am They looked but couldn't see Staring right at me but there was no reaction It was not easy when they couldn't see
Some thought them inept It was difficult to accept Nevertheless, we took a guess Needed to check This wasn't a test Been so busy needed a rest
Sparkling in the sunshine Glittering in the light Who knows what you will find It might be one of a kind Possibly like a gem in a mine
I want to hear. But you hide— every silent answer speaking a language I don’t want to learn. It would have been better had the vague whispers stayed an absence of sound. It should not have been relayed in welcome, inviting an audience, existing for vanity. Had there been an exchange shared in transparency— with egos unattached— it would have survived to adulthood. Yet the playground bears witness to hide-and-seek, or the game of silence. The winner continues to be the only player having fun. There is a clear, incorruptible truth that lives: To be the bigger person, one must ignore the frivolous games. Respect.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
They run their courses Elegant in choices Only a neigh in voices Movements coming from unknown sources Such are chocolate horses
The feeling of warm earth between her toes as the summer breeze caresses her face brings her back to life. Nature grounds her. The sound of birds in the early morning, the last pink hue in the sky at sunset.
By Amanda McGuire5 months ago in Poets
"Be true to the thought of the moment. . .go to the extent of living single thought by single thought" (69). "Hagakure" was written by this samurai who took notes for seven years.
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne5 months ago in Poets
sovereignty on the page syntax reclaimed and cluttered with details growth doesn't always come with age indeterminant, turbulent outcomes
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
11-05-2018 (First time around) I have found myself on Occasion missing going to Church, then I watch the News and see whom the
By Victor Mendez5 months ago in Poets
MAKING WISHES 10-31-2023 I'm nonchalant Standing with my back against a wall Watching people Scanning faces Making wishes
