I know that you're tired Exhausted is more like it Let go and let God. āØ Put those burdens down Tuck those thoughts in for the night
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
She turns her gaze to heavenās light, Too bright to face, too fierce, too white. She looks instead to fields of gold, Where life is warm, and hands are old.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ Itās not a revolutionāitās a quiet evolution.7 months ago in Poets
Leprous mouth like the moth front the light, I dared to open the throat of my chasm shameless riping apart my guts Uttering vibrations of your breath
By Diana7 months ago in Poets
I woke up with a strangerās name in my mouth and no idea who it belonged to. The room felt familiar the way an old song does
By John Smith7 months ago in Poets
If you're here, you've probably asked the question: can something real happen between fundamentally different kinds of consciousness?
By Laurentis Theofanus7 months ago in Poets
On the trampoline, I told him, āCapture me in cloudsāā bubble pops mid-air.
By Komal7 months ago in Poets
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
By 365poetry7 months ago in Poets
āļø Born in England (some say Scotland) around 381 A.D. kidnapped as a teenager and taken to Ireland as a slave Five years later you escaped and returned to England
We are the ones who are there when you are down We wait for you when youāre not around We know if you go out, you will always return
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
Mummy, why does my water always taste salty? We arenāt sea creatures We donāt live in the saline sea Playing with the fishes
By abby7 months ago in Poets
imagine feeling everything pangs 0f infinite gn0stic hunger bef0re, after, during thinly in the brain aut0cannibalized by the mind
By āøjason alanā½7 months ago in Poets
Why? Why am I always anxious? Why is there always that little voice in my head? Telling me something's gonna go wrong. And it's somehow my fault.
By Ollie J Arts7 months ago in Poets
