She stopped doing her hair Claiming It was too much of a hassle But really She didn't want to get yelled at For taking too long.
By Bethany JoAnnaabout a year ago in Poets
“I’m fine, thanks. And you?” Is the common lie We tell in search of shared illusion Where bills aren’t due And love is true
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
It is the most unabashedly selfish act to wait until judgement day In a vain attempt to shield the perceived unpleasantness of things you wish not say
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
I am constantly reminded of the post cards that were never sent. And of all the words that make up a letter intended for you to find.
By B. M. Valdezabout a year ago in Poets
Text an ex. Lay in bed all day. Eat cake for dinner. Yell as loud as possible. Cut and color hair at three am. Get fast food instead of cooking.
By Shelly Marie Hixsonabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
I am 8 years clean. But sometimes, I still ache for the numbness in my nose the burn in my throat, and the drip down the back of it.
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
Beneath the veil of quiet skies, A lonely truth in silence lies. The world moves on with fleeting grace, Yet leaves behind an empty space.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of night, the sky softly glows, A secret it carries, a mystery it knows. The moon hums a song in a silver-white tone,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
