you pledge to make my life sweet and heavenly then turn your backs and gossip relentlessly i thought you would stay and comfort me
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Steal me if you dare, rip my heart from my being. Mold my mind with the bloody spare, Try to convince me of what I'm seeing.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Sister Survivor, you’ve had it rough. Yes, you still bear the scars, But you must stay tough enough To hang all your wishes among the stars.
By Alexis Wellmaker2 years ago in Poets
Quiet and early, In the morning. I go for a walk, with a picnic basket. The end of the street, where the meadow lies. Is where I decide to have a picnic, with nature therapy.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Dear Somebody, if ever you are wandering through an empty field and realize that you do not know who you are, plant your knees in the grass and imagine it has forever been just you in this field.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Inside of me, there was always The melody of a song unheard. Dancing softly behind my eyes Were the sad tears that continued to arrive.
by the day the fumes they grow more, and more dense, darker, and more riotous blinding, deafening, and more impassable‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
To force is to be perpetually on the alert by oneself. Comfort is spontaneous between two people or in this case suitability of the words used between the two people.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet hours of darkest night, When hope feels lost, out of sight, A flicker stirs within the soul, A whisper soft, yet strong and whole.
By Natalie Brand2 years ago in Poets
The sun is out today! In my mind, that is. The sun is shining in my brain and I’m doing okay. It’s been 7 whole years. 7 years of darkness. My mind has been dark and lonely, but now the sun is shining here.
By Kelsi Smoak2 years ago in Poets
by feather flight, of chance delight /a meta in my madness/ my frac-tured sight, at warm candlelight a horseness in my...
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
'The deadline's tomorrow, I haven't even started —' "Started a new diet? But you look fine —" 'Fine, I'll do it myself, nobody ever —'
By Ravi D2 years ago in Poets
