Things have changed suddenly. Thoughts and feelings have decayed, becoming fertile soil for future possibilities. A mysterious veil surrounds me,
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
You've become everything I dislike, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. It's strange and underground, which you tried to downplay.
I wish I'd create the way that I desire. Allow the flames of passion to purify my soul. Not suffocate it. I wish I could breathe the way that I sing,
By Em2 years ago in Poets
Ah, look at you now I'm listening to your song Are you Symphony No. 40, or are you a Requiem? Your tiny flowers bursting with the vitality of a classical Mozart masterpiece
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
My sleep schedule is like a person in prison for stealing Like ocean waves during a storm My energy thinks it’s the sun, hiding behind clouds
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Almost a silhouette, reaching high towards a cloud-spangled sky as if to drape yourself with a wispy white scarf against a waking blue space
We were never made to be gods. Not sculpted in marble, flawless and unmoving. But molded from dust, from breath, Into sandstone cracking.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
My dear, you wear so many masks Hiding here, there and everywhere Sometimes you steal away, Yet I can sense you watching
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
Driving into the sun Am I on the run Or just welcoming what I’ve become No longer in my sleep On to a better world One filled with nature and joy
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
colors spin and grin feeling the cost of being lost unsure of the proper heart cure I hate my fate when I hurt people the ones I love and care for galore
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
What is a subscriber? Subscribers are understanding people that believe that things are worth reading and that something that is interesting, fun, and even educational and
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
Things I Outgrew I outgrew sugary treats for breakfast when I was 18 I thought that I outgrew my britches But I still make Mamaw's waffles when I'm missing home.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
