Jumping off the Cliff Top Wind cuts my face. Cliff edge crumbles. Below a dark sea. I taste salt. Shoes off, toes cold.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
BRB, Busy Decifering (fantasy disguised as truth) Baby girl You need to lean into it Trust your intuition further Learn to discern Don't be so easily Bamboozled You need to differentiate What is reality From what is fantasy Pure fiction Divide truth from delusion Bless your heart Calling it optimistic Hear the warning bells Don't give in to false hopes Empty promises given Of a forever The dream you are being sold A false prophecy A broken record A repetitive trust fall Into oblivion Dissect what feels certain Scrutinize what feels secure Become aware Of what gifts Your present moment holds Cherish deeply What you hope to be everlasting Before it inevitably Withers away Decomposition Everything decomposes afterall There is no escaping the decay The beautiful putrid misery Of endings The agony of goodbyes Cannot be translated Into mere words My vessel Only carries so much water & Yet somehow I feel as though My tears will forever be Endless - Jojo L.
By Jojo L.about a year ago in Poets
it was so much easier to live in polarities life felt dreamier lost in moral realities I was so foolishly confident I could pray it all away
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFAabout a year ago in Poets
in my dream I was throwing a small party. cleaned all day and set up little activities for everyone to do. you showed up and asked me if I’d missed you as much as you’d missed me. I told you I didn’t think I’d ever met you before.
By h.a.laineabout a year ago in Poets
These days and for a long time it's been halloween just about three-sixty-five With the right lies, Jekyll wouldn't need Hyde
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
I held you close in my arms for just a little while and then off you went, but always turned to give me a smile. I watched as you grew, so largely lived, and you learned...and
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
I Was a Rich but I Settled for a Poor Man’s Love Silk dresses folded. Pearls in a drawer. A house with no laughter. A heart with no heat.
~ ~ bile ~ ~ rises in me as I think of the pain ~ Pain ~ ~ ferments in me as I think of the grief ~ Grief ~ ~
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
dim the lights let eager eyes adjust to the absence of artificiality gaze upon the star chart directing you through my substance
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Consideration Of rain on the tin roof; late. Possibilities for connection Left dangling like snapped rope bridges. Melted chocolate left in the sun too long
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Roots are the echoes you inherit in your bones and breath, unshakable, endless. Yet, they can ache. A mother’s gentleness,
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Why are you seeking looking to others, examining the steps they take trying to walk a mile in their shoes, deep down you know
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
