When God was running low on souls, He must’ve split one down the middle — gave you the spark, gave me the flame, and whispered, “Go find each other someday.”
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Forward walk the damned With their tongues ripped from their throats The Djinn twist their souls...
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I’m as happy as Robin Williams I smile like he do through and through But deep down the phrase bothers you A jester’s smile that goes on for miles
Branches break and harpies cry. The Lady of Spring descends through bramble low and canopies high to find the Autumn's End.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
From your lips, from your eyes For my ears, to my brain Time stands still and I laugh Then that spark starts again I curse your tongue,
By Lilyabout a year ago in Poets
Shaking in my hand, swirling gold forward, sideways and back. It’s just one this but then there is that and suddenly another year throws a coy smile over shoulders looking to a bowed head not looking at.
By Mark R. Cieslakabout a year ago in Poets
Porcelain. Fragile porcelain. Very fragile porcelain. I feel like porcelain. A very fragile porcelain figurine. This porcelain figurine is cracking slowly.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Moon, I’m writing from the dressing room, still painted in your borrowed bloom. The crowd has gone, the air is thin,
Hands, open, close, trembling over the soil of myself, fingers brushing the ribs that shield the heart, fingers tracing the curve of what keeps me alive,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The woods hold their breath under low sun. My boots press the moss as if the earth might remember my weight. The air coils around my chest, tight and damp,
