Stone cold beauty like none other, when my eyeballs bleed I see the secrets of color. Life has a morbid way of showing it, but it just does.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Silence this voice in my head It surely is a curse Lost nights, jobs, and lovers Each because i was obsessed Never ending paradox’s
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Sorry‐ I'm still healing, Learning to make peace with this, chaos. Enduring‐ Nothing short of torment, Choosing to sing through the sorrows, literally.
By JM2 years ago in Poets
silence? it doesn't exist, it never has‐ life has "gifted" me this noise that never ceases existential, is the torment that comes from voices i can't quiet
Home not a filthy lair to bring back all the dirt I carried with me, for seven years. 🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡 A touch of comfort and simplicity
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
Then the devil whispered in my ear: Don’t worry. Today, he’ll live. Tomorrow, he’ll live. For this month, this year, this decade, he will certainly stay alive.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
This is why as the saying goes that letting go is the cure for everything! Ideally, try to shed some old clutter, some old ideas, some old acquaintances. Recollections will play for a moment in the spectators’ minds.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Sheets crumpled, bed unfolded, Inside someone’s memory. Letting your spirit flow, Entering a plain between worlds. Now is the time to say goodbye,
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
Sugar coated insults paved the way Intricate as origami Life's not fair is what they say Except I once had you Nestled in my palm
Every morning And at every mourning The birds outside sing to my sadness After every sleepless night And through every restless evening
Stillness — Inspiration taunts you from within. Lately, it seems impossible to grasp. Everyone talks, or argues, or laughs.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Solitude, my dearest Solitude I opened my tired arms to you, welcomed your unspoken promise of peace and tranquility, longed for your quiet embrace, believing that you, and you alone, could save me.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
