Have you heard of the game chameleon? I fear I play it far too well. Skilled to pretend i’m something i’m not. I am what you say you sell.
By Latisha Jean8 months ago in Poets
Lava nothing but, deconstruction and destructfuego and fossil.
By Diana8 months ago in Poets
I am not who I say I am. not who you see me as. my words forming description were derived from an inadequately prescribed prescription.
By Christine 8 months ago in Poets
Love bombing, whether romantic or platonic, is strategic manipulation. The intimacy of trust is an innocence unlike any other—
By Love Odessa 8 months ago in Poets
I used to watch the sky for you. If your voice went tight, I’d start gathering blankets soft words, extra patience, a laugh to lighten the room
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Too many eyes Too many people Too many breathes Too many thoughts I hold me breathe I close me eyes I look at the ground
By Chxse8 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Revenge He worked in silence, keys spread like knives across the table. Each lock he touched remembered his touch, betrayed its weakness.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
I made a room inside my day where nobody gets to interrupt me. No phone buzzing like a bee, no “be positive,” No rushing to fix the feeling
This is not a place of hope. This fool’s gold gilded cage This derelict soundstage from a bygone golden age. No canopy of supportive palms
By Chris Z8 months ago in Poets
In these battered halls are sung the songs of broken yesterdays Visions of sweeter tomorrows knelt blithely in the pews Un-bittered by want and regret
By Ian Read8 months ago in Poets
I Forbid You To Leave Me The room tightened when you said nothing, As if silence had weight and intent. Walls leaned closer to listen,
You can’t make everyone like you. If you encounter someone you don’t like, don’t try to please them; they aren't anything to you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
