I feel the fatigue as you pull out a smile and put it on I smell the sweat of fear and doubt as you try to suppress it I defend you in rooms where you are not present
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
hide and speak. you find me, forgetting i'm not lost and i don’t need saving. i am authentic at any cost except myself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Introduction For this, I have to write a metaphor, which makes me sad. The music is "Darklands" by The Golden Palominos What I Didn't Say II
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Button to beam, too bright to bear. Button to hush the sun I wear. Button to dim what blinds the room. Button to bloom, then back to gloom.
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
* We trip over the urge of feeling alive like it's something that could be discovered But desire sees love, with fate's mismatched eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Before the silence claims me whole, Before the dusk erases light, Let me unfurl what's in my soul— The things I dream in quiet night.
By Muhammad waqasabout a year ago in Poets
I like to stab the bear with the stick In an attempt to get it to spill the beans And finally fucking speak Its mind because I need to know
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
I know a you that no-one knows but me. While it's true that we are all different versions to different people, I know a unique you
I wrote this poem under a Leo moon, after I had been betrayed. Moon In Leo … something to be Dear Diary, Sometimes there’s just too much
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
You stacked comfort in rectangles of pillowed softness, feathers plucked from the down of morals, stuffed-alters, plucked from backs you bawk behind.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I'm the one who won't pass on a hug And will squish you like a koala hugs his favourite spot, His perfect view from above the eucalyptus.
From the Moment I Beheld You... I Knew... My Heart Overflowed and I Wanted You to See Me in a Good Light. I was Not Perfect...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
