She is a starry night- the ink of the cosmos poured across the sky, painted slivers of silver thoughts too bright for day.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
What was that sentence said? Knowing that there is nothing one can do about it but taking it as fate allows. The Tao Te Ching states that the ordinary are the movement of the Tao, while the weak are the application of the Tao.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Used to walk with the crowd, blind and fast, Thinking the moment would always last. Laughed at the surface, never looked deep,
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
The kind of bro ken clock That's wrong twice twice every day Those repeated mistakes Da-sh-ing my credibility to Reflective shards
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
My fingertips itch To tap the keys To type the words Yet I wait for the switch To trigger the thoughts To spark the ideas
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Nine parts of bitterness and one part of sweetness, half a lifetime of wind and rain and half a lifetime of cold, before we know it, we have reached middle age. Reality urges us to earn money, while time urges us to grow old.
I keep trying to churn the memories hoping they will solidify into something smoother more easily digested forgetting that they've soured long ago
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the gloss, something older pulses— a hush mistaken for awe, a loneliness dressed in rhythm. The colors do not care.
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
You had the key to my heart but I changed the locks after you broke the keys You still have a key that belongs to me Something that I seem to keep giving to you
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
Carpe Diem Seizing a nine to five Like a lemming Dosed in yellow Projecting perfection outwards From pink houses To this I dissent
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
