“You’re busy doubting yourself others are intimidated by your full potential.” None of us know what we can really do. What may seem a ‘poor effort’ to us
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“How to be happy — decide, every morning, to be in a good mood.” Choosing to be happy will help our mental and physical health.
“Your life is in your hands. Stop waiting for further instructions.” Instead of waiting for someone else to ‘direct’ our lives,
Rip right through me tear my skin leave your mark become a scar — Who I used to be forever embalmed — A sad young woman
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Counting grains gazing into the slick tan terrazzo Arms wrapped around the Bar, bolted to the wall Wide textured chair rail
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Don't fade into the shadows. Don't let your light be extinguished. Don't whisper your name. Don't hide your voice. Step into the sun's warm touch.
By M.Changerabout a year ago in Poets
Falling from Grace I once walked proud with my head held high my words were silk my heart was steady the world bowed kindly as I passed by
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Love it — it’s all yours. Sure, it’s shared by many, but no one has ever been you. “Unique” doesn’t exactly exist, because nothing new happens under the sun.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
if the wind had blown my way, i'd be smiling every day. if the four-leaf clovers grew 'round my feet, perhaps i'd not be evaded by sleep.
By Stephanie Hiltonabout a year ago in Poets
How you gonna act right With your mind spike But the wise one get called uptight Don't go on a high to hide from pain Don’t go on a high for fun and games
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Fox's choice To start again Clean the slate Or wreak mayhem. I'll look through creaks And cracks and pain To find it in my heart
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. Julio, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start over.
By Ca$imuzabout a year ago in Poets
