I woke with a thought stuck between my teeth. It tasted like metal and someone else's childhood. Outside, the morning was being assembled badly.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
Life’s Shenanigans Life woke up late today, wearing yesterday’s shoes and carrying tomorrow in a bag. My plans ran away.
Feelings and emotions are two different things, Both designed to keep you mentally and physically safe. No one is responsible for your personal emotions and feelings.
By Jen Phillips2 months ago in Poets
Silence where a voice was once heard A seat at the table is now void Emptiness from the lack of spoken words A name that most people now try to avoid
By Cheryl E Preston2 months ago in Poets
Life is too short to not do as you please, Life is too short to care about opinions of others Life is too short to be curious on why someone doesn’t like you,
There was a time Where I Now it's all This or that Growing stagnant On the couch And they're there Somewhere Dried out or coagulated In a shoebox in a closet
By Aaron Morrison2 months ago in Poets
I Walk In Wales, It’s Not My Land I walk in Wales, it’s not my land, yet something here will hold my hand. The mountains watch, the valleys sigh, while ancient clouds go drifting by.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Men made of flesh and blood and beating heart ruled the world once They were passionate about being human Their beating hearts raced when they talked about nature and love and the unknown
By Donny Foley2 months ago in Poets
Tonight, the ghosts came laughing, floating through my room like silver balloons. One danced upon the ceiling, another borrowed my chair,
Last night, something slipped a letter beneath my pillow. I knew it came for me because my name was written in handwriting I no longer remember.
I was human. I had a pulse that kept time with the ordinary things, morning, hunger, someone saying my name. I looked like you.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall... “Hello,” I whisper. The brisk chill in the air bounces off of the glass and meets my skin. I touch my index finger to the mirror.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 months ago in Poets
