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The Chase
Am I really living Or just enjoying the chase Everywhere Everyday I see her face But there’s no place for us here Because we’re surrounded by fear
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Me
You don’t know me You didn’t hone me You don't own me So keep your stones from me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
The Last Slice of Pizza
She is the sugar in my veins, and the salt in my wounds. She is always the bullseye to all of my bad ideas. She is addicted to espresso from Mexico,
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Poets
Unfinished Business
The hardest part of any task, for me, is the last ten percent. I’m sure you can already see where this is heading. I have my reasons, read excuses if you are in a judgmental frame of mind.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Poets
MAKES SENSE TO ME (I think)
MAKES SENSE TO ME (I think) Just smile. My poems don’t always make much sense; At times, they’re just for fun. I write when I feel silly –
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Morning Chats
Oh, how I love our morning chats with a little of this and a lot of thats. You drink your coffee and I drink my hot tea
By Shirley Belk3 years ago in Poets
Krampus and Santa Claus
On Christmas Eve night, Krampus and Santa * Got together As brothers do to visit. **** **** **** **** They talked Of this
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Ugh.
I just wrote a thing, A nice, long supportive thing, ...The page reloaded. *** Oh well, there goes my big old announcement that I've been away from Vocal for a while because I've found some illustrators for my upcoming books and am writing a Minecraft children's bookseries called REWYLL & FRIENDS (do not steal). I guess I have to do it the boring way now and just tell you here.
By chloe3 years ago in Poets
Doldrum daze
Ever had a doldrum day When no one comes to play When bills outstay Your small payday When nothing left spells fun? Your mother died.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Poets
Opposite Day
My toaster wants to be a microwave My microwave wants to an oven/range My dishwasher is dancing a jig and acting truly strange
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Life’s A Joke
I once lived life as the rebel But now. I’m the warning Living life like a whisper An adventurous phony Stayed out until sunrise
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Boost Your Creativity and Achieve Your Goals with Proven Strategies for Daily Success"
Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past In the quaint town of Eldridge, where the streets whispered tales of both love and betrayal, a mysterious figure named Victor Blackthorn cast a looming shadow. Victor was a man hardened by life's cruelties, consumed by a darkness that seemed to have no end. His reputation as a master manipulator and schemer spread like wildfire, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams.
By HealthyHealthy3 years ago in Poets