Sounds of whispers in my ear. Inside my heart I feel fear. Laughing I hear next door. Eeerie spiders appear on my floor.
By Darla M Seely2 years ago in Poets
i can't slow down no... i can't let them catch up‐ each and every enemy they chase after me‐ from daybreak to nightfall,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
behind the scenes a script written in such a fashion that it's true meaning is hardly seen a collection of books in such a vicious assortment
who am i and how can i change what i do not know? how can i know the self when everything i touch and everything i see
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
She rather hides in the lies she once told Immaculate, oh how divine she is, so perfect, so self-controlled Left to her struggles yet no one knows
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
When I'm fading into a ghost Barely existing Just a wisp holding on In the back of the mind Like a tendril of smoke Caught
By C. Spears2 years ago in Poets
In a world of sorrow, where tears cascade, Lies a crafty art, a masquerade, Where sadness is adorned, with skillful grace,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
In the silence of unwhispered dreams, I wander, Seeking solace in the depths of my mind, Where tacit journeys silently meander,
i cry, i scream, i write poetry for my dark muse it pleases me more than solving his cryptic clues as mercurial retrogradation comes to an end
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes…. I can’t breathe and the grey seeps in, Like the ashen pallor of a corpse. My resolve just as lifeless. Empty and desolate. Colorless. Languishing in the pandemonium of
By MELISSA BAILEY2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel I've got to // ... you can work out the next Lyric, I'm sure. It's not inherently negative, wanting to Enjoy your peace. It's a
By James Dorman2 years ago in Poets
Solitude Is Lovely.... Every Now and then. Can wear you down a bit Every day, though.
