I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Try again. I’m not used to failure. Try again. I’m not used to giving up. Try again – a different angle this time, a different stance, a different pose, a different promise…
By Heather Scottabout a year ago in Poets
You Do Not Know What You Ask... You Do Not Know What It Costs... Especially When... You are Not Ready. This is perhaps One of the Greatest Challenges in Today's World.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Man with Depression He walks through mornings like broken glass, The light cuts softly, the air too sharp, A cup of coffee cools beside his hand,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Moon, Sometimes I fear there is no intelligent life here. I used to think there were others with whom I could relate, but,
on any given morning i open my eyes to a world eerily similar to the one behind my eyelids. but this side has unavoidable consequences.
By Luke Haymonsabout a year ago in Poets
Finding peace Is what we aim Don’t know why they play a game Better things are out there get me…. They can hang their head In shame
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
Have you ever seen the face of a star? Wreathed in luminous robes of hubris Flames encircle her like brushstrokes Legends locked in her Grimoire
By Thomas Speerabout a year ago in Poets
I tried to whisper the warning… Child-sized hands tugging at grown sleeves, my voice a lantern with too little oil. “She is not who she seems,”
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
I’m as happy as Robin Williams I smile like he do through and through But deep down the phrase bothers you A jester’s smile that goes on for miles
I grew a new face at seventeen. If you look closely, you can still see the seams. At the time, it formed out of a need for survival.
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Poets
