Our ecstasy was a lobotomy Spirit, heart, and brain severed and rewired A fiend consumed by thoughts of you and me Pangs of desire for your essence transpired
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Poets
I’m a chameleon One in a million Which only means there are a thousand others like me You may not like me My skin is rough
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Some — many — believe that we live again, yet we only live once before our body burns or rots but it’s never enough to only live once, free
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
In early spring, on the fifth day, inspired, I sing to find solace in my own accord. Before my steps, the water flows, a jade-like murmur,
By Yunah Fan3 years ago in Poets
Life is hell I’m just a ghost in a shell No one to know me No one to tell My story to Because they can’t relate Is this my fate
With gentle soul and spirit ever mild, The INFP, a dreamer of deep thought, Does ponder life's complexities, a child Of whimsy, by the world oft dearly bought.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Within a heart that teems with gentle dreams, A wellspring deep of empathy doth lie, The INFP, with introspective beams, Searches for truth in a ton of passerby.
-How hungry are you? -Hungry as a LION! -What will the lion eat? Would ask my Mum To be so hungry - must be terrifying...
By Salomé Saffiri3 years ago in Poets
Within their minds, a world of logic spins, INTPs dwell, where reason holds the sway. With keenest wit, they pierce through outward skins,
Within their minds, a world of logic spins, INTPs dwell, where reason holds its sway. With keenest wit, they pierce through outward skins,
I loved giving birth to you to be your mother. I don’t regret it. But I am so much more than just your mother. Your father doesn’t smile at me so much; no effort into our love life.
By Diani Alvarenga3 years ago in Poets
Even though I know it is over I have not heard your voice in so long I just wish we had closure I miss you so Every day I do my best to grow
