What goes on in these walls- I have to say, is not always the best of me These walls, build the difference between what I allow the world to see-
By JM2 years ago in Poets
On a bus to George I saw a man. He looked sad. Angry And traumatized I stared at him. I kept staring at him. until he noticed that
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
We met in the day, laughter ensued when we spoke, lasting forever, it would have never ended, if nighttime didn’t arrive.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Hey when is your birthday Ask me in December It has already past the way I already told you Why won't you remember? Is that On May
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Ask me in December, when the trees lose their green, the birds fly far away, and the forests fall asleep. Ask me, when no one's around
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
In the big shadows cast by destiny's decree, Where all the paths get far away and futures intertwine, There lies the dance of fate's long line,
By el hariti adil3 years ago in Poets
waking up in an empty space with empty stomachs Hunger presents a challenge. We can't recall the day we ate a proper meal
By Nelo3 years ago in Poets
Departed from the moon, knowing that I won't see it again, for sometime. One day so suddenly, a lamp came across, my sight.
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka3 years ago in Poets
Four seats at the table, one empty. Old friend across me, the other, new and exciting. “Did you smell the smoke outside this morning?”
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
