I wake up excited and jump out of bed, Everyone thinks I'm happy, but inside, I'm dead, I whistle a happy tune as I clean the dishes,
By Carol Ann Townend12 months ago in Poets
I look deep into your eyes as we sway under the moonlight, The passion is our fuel, Our hearts are the flame that ignites our souls, which burns brightly
I will run away one day I walk the rooms, They hold my fear, The walls are close, The air is tight. Your words cut deep,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
I speak with chalk, a lantern in the haze, Its fragile flame against a restless storm; A hundred eyes reflect my fleeting blaze,
By Sara Little12 months ago in Poets
You Punched Me again Bruised and confused, you hurt me You raised your hand, I felt the sting, My heart sank, Like a stone in water.
After a bad yesterday She slept all day With a bad mood But remain still at peace Still asleep Didn't eat Nor did she weep
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
“To get something worthwhile, you must give up something. The deepest, most personal aspects of yourself.” I've heard that one, and I agreed.
By Sun Bee12 months ago in Poets
the night doesn't scare me anymore. but the darkness does. i don't know if it's ironic, or if it's a lazy contradiction.
By ⸘jason alan‽12 months ago in Poets
Death surrounds me Fear has gone Replaced by anticipation No, no, no They are here once more Let me go! I long to be beyond here
By Barbara Gode Wiles12 months ago in Poets
As a kid, I discerned injuries were the tariffs of existence Being pragmatic meant to survive but optimism helped me thrive
By Archie Klawah12 months ago in Poets
Halfheartedly, I mull through all the banter Playful back and forth; internal exchange Tete-a-tete, tripwired, becomes my cancer
By Marilyn Glover12 months ago in Poets
I. I am the cartographer of lost sounds, A surveyor of the silent, acoustic ground. My map is not of ink, but of a fading vibration,
By Ali Hamza12 months ago in Poets
