I used to feel bad for what might happen to you Then you showed your true self And I realized who you really are You’re just another scar
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Crossing over my lines like you're drunk at the wheel Careless to anyone else, how they feel How they act, how they bleed
By Tina Rose2 years ago in Poets
You have attempted the impossible to no avail, how does it feel to know you have failed. The experience was a success in it of itself and a major improvement to my mental health.
By Dylan 2 years ago in Poets
“Remember the weeping tree?” “Oh, yes! We became best friends at that tree. Mother made me go outside to make friends. Shy, I still approached. Stick in hand, dragging as you made a path, I spoke and said hi”
By Dachelle Dachelle2 years ago in Poets
Tell your worries to return tomorrow. Exile it down the path of sorrow. Then, change yourself to be one of joy And work your muscles till worry’s but your toy.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
When the fire burned through the streets In that moment the two of one meets When the city crumbled from the inside In that moment their love did not subside
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
She’s 18, at a frat party. Spotted, targeted, by a senior. He gets her to his room, Puts on a comedy special, (Louis C.K., ironically)
By Test2 years ago in Poets
There is always a loop, that may connect the dots of people and stories of people. These patterns have clicks that often click once, twice, thrice.
By ♡2 years ago in Poets
I'm not sure what I'm doing. Do you see what I see? Lipstick on a pig. Achievements never looked good on me. A million awards but the presentation is tainted. Painted talons are still sharp. A soft mouse still a pest. A spider with cute eyes still with eight spiny legs. Do you see what I see?
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
In what world is it meant to be woman? Not in this world, I hope. Full of dreary struggle like an ant crawling up a wall, leaving behind its limbs as the paint dries.
By The Son2 years ago in Poets
“What do you search for?” “Peace. You?” “Vengeance.” “You can find one in the other.” “You will find both in each other.”
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
i've been looking for Matt Bliss, inside my own head. nobody knows who he is or where to find him. i need to recover the confidence;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
