I'll write love songs for me and I'll be happy, you'll see, turning into all that I can be, an infinite, eternal sea. When the waves crash down,
By Lolly Vieira12 months ago in Poets
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Voiceover: Elegy for the Divided “I’ve been working. Editing. Stitching fragments into something that speaks. The clips jump on purpose. Because that’s how it feels right now.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Everything is blue Glitched, distorted Purgative hex and glare altered mannequin stare Digitally altered smile Life 5 volts at a time
By Street Light Interferenceabout a year ago in Poets
Don't romanticize who I am I'm just a man Sometimes a boy Depends on who you ask A late bloomer Figured out yesterday Still question my footing
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRESENTS PORTALS TO OTHER WORLDS: THE NEXT ADVENTURE Time Travel via Jukebox Frequencies Live Theater with Ghost Cameos
Morning spills through the glass doors, kids dragging backpacks twice their size, shoelaces untied, someone clutching a permission slip like it’s gold.
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
***Author's note: I was inspired by this song and the TV show You while writing this poem.*** Oh hello you, I have found you once again.
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
My lover's heart, resuscitates my glow snatching me from the grasp of pain's - dim grave Reigniting this palpating ghost rousing, with the brush of her hand, my veins
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
