We pine for the old world A world lived offline Where you went to friends homes To live as orc fighting gnomes Raids on penny and nickel arcades
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the theater of the mind, where thoughts loudly clash, Taming them is an art, not merely a dash. It’s a quest, grand and deep, to quiet the internal fray,
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)2 years ago in Poets
When I saw this photograph, the first Thing that came to my mind is that I have such faith that I could sleep on the White line that I travel, and wake rested.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Last week, I lost my vision blind, sleepy, fatigued couldn’t see a thing as clear as a crystal. I froze to death my body caked in goosebumps
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
my hubris, is in the toilet (portacabin at Glastonbury{son, you've never been, never seen, never danced under the stars at Glasto})
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
“You’ve aged so well”, that’s what they say. Not a wrinkle, fine line, or sign of decay. Never-dyed hair, as black as the night,
By Linda Lee2 years ago in Poets
Is it normal to feel like life is shit? Like the fortunes told, by see-ers old are off, just by a little bit? Time ticks on,
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell2 years ago in Poets
You can run fast, you can have children by the age of 22, and you are appreciated. You are a slow runner and you are still chasing your dreams on the road at 30.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of a Heavy Heart Within these four walls, where I hide and cry My spirit feels heavy, as dreams slowly die. Yearning for a world that feels too far to reach,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Happiness dances on the edges of fleeting moments, a whisper of sun on my skin, a gentle reminder: I deserve this, I am worth it,
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Poets
There is something that is amiss, I can feel it in my bones. I have voices in my head, Painting a nightmare on my soul, It's not like I am afraid,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
I can be demure Yeah very shy Because people in this world don’t treat you right Don't like drawing attention to myself because their standard for me is at a greater height
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
