She wears her heart on her sleeve. She makes it well known where the blood flows, where the arteries attach and veins pump.
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes, the hardest thing we can do is open the book, turn the page, and spill the contents of our hearts. To know that the world will be watching, waiting to see your words so carefully planned and etched out onto the page;
i sat upon a blasted beam a fragment of simple withered light the essence of a frenzied dream and the coming of the night
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
stirring the cauldron with the sky and the universe inside sleepless nights and cold showers to wash away the desire the boyfriend becomes the boyfoe
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Mother of all waves, motherless mother, pure tone - music... sound. a broadcast. natural rhythm of the universe... in this cycle you
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Poets
A ship without oars… The sails are torn.. The ship without oars is sunk… And soon the sun is dark…. Feeling great sorrow….
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
How I wish I could be like the sky She makes no apologies for every shade of her blue. She rumbles and rages freely at injustice
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The master did not come He left in the morning and night He left with his head in his hands He left me hanging from the pole
Even if I put it on, I can't lock it. Come and hide it. See how far you've come. If you can't wait any longer, come and jump.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know what I’m feeling. And that alone is healing. * Words spill like light from trembling hands,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
The moment I knew I was being watched You told me it was true It wasn't the first time… I obviously believed you Terrified
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
There is a story of a cart, Shambling and rocking, Across a parched path, Outside the gates of a city; A once great city.
By Conor Matthews2 years ago in Poets
