Behind every thought is a whisper That I'll never be good enough Smart enough Pretty enough The strings play with my mind
By Lore S. Crown about a year ago in Poets
Problems unforeseen Through Brittle self-esteem You Wipe me away Like Smears on windowscreen * Following The same routine
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Work ability is important, but without responsibility and trust, how far can you go? “Your ability determines how fast you can go, and your character determines how far you can go.” – (John C. Maxwell)
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
What We Had is done Man, woman, sad-eyed grace, what we had was ours, our place— it was fun, it burned, it shone, we had the sweet, we had excitement.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Last Goodbye He didn’t beg he’d done that once Five years of stolen time a love not loud, but real. He pressed between silence
Red Tears falling like ketchup She didn’t weep like others do no sobs, no gasps, no reaching through just silence, thick as drying paint
A sole wish Made on a summer's dream Crashed, before it could feel The endless bliss of star fields . One more night of calling
By Rachael Anraabout a year ago in Poets
Dear younger me, I see you — small hands clutching uncertainty, eyes wide with the hunger to be understood in a world that rarely pauses to listen.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
She quietly rested on the branch. She neither was her old self, nor yet who she would become. Some called her slow; inside her cocoon, silence and wisdom protected her.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Don’t. Do. It. But his hood is inside out. Just imagine flipping it. Well he’s gone now… Don’t. Do. It. But she has a piece of lint on her thigh.
By Adrianna M. Braunabout a year ago in Poets
I wonder why it feels like I have to be a lesser version of me To change My heart feels vulnerable Like an open wound I turn down the volume of what I am
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
A path of unknown destination Traveling endlessly round and round the same circles Never moving far forward Many dreams and visions of the future
By Matthew Sposatoabout a year ago in Poets
