I lost my father a year or two ago, I'm always off by one. And the rage I feel Is a warm, loaded gun. Searching through crowds for who
By Amy2 years ago in Poets
In recursive, sticky, taunting thoughts lies the kaleidoscope of proofs and solutions in recursive, dizzying geometrics within the electric pulses
By Chaia Levi2 years ago in Poets
Truth: How do you feel about yourself? I struggle to love myself. Dare: Look in the mirror and tell yourself how awesome you are.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Poets
I got a few dribbles of cash For which I was drabble-dly grateful ButI noticed that....if it went above Two dribbled dollars
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
What can I say When words go missing Like fugitives Making my throat swell up With unspoken truth The accomplices of the lies
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Poets
In the silent whispers of a world so vast, Where moments pass swiftly, and time doesn’t last, There is a truth, eternal and clear,
By NOOR FATIMA2 years ago in Poets
"When My Heart Bowed in Madinah" There are places your body visits… and then there are places your soul remembers, even before your feet ever reach.
"What's wrong with me?..." a question I've been told to stop asking, but I'm not exactly choosing to, it's just... I'm sitting in crowds addressed as "we"
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Each human being has an inflated sense of self, they want others to address them as 'your highness', while being full of
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
New skins for old souls, new paint for old homes, in search of an easy way to forget the weary, tired road. Patience and trust
A dull, colorless shroud has enveloped me turned my passions into humdrum my fire into ice a passive observer of my own life
By Sarah Lenn2 years ago in Poets
I see Solitude standing in the doorway. My body freezes as I see her with her arms crossed, shaking her head. She looks at me, she stares, just this dim-lit silhouette.
By 竜鶴2 years ago in Poets
