She wonders if he ever thinks of her in that way, asks himself " what if..."
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Surprise attacks Accident Knitted- external Weighed down Knowing - mother can Deep - polyester telegram - hiding torment
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
I sink. 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. The mattress swallows, holds, keeps. (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮.)
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
So this is how it begins... The fall of freedom. The end of the freedom we fought years to have. Hatred has established roots in the highest bases.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Poets
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
feeling defeated, dishonored and broken a little less me than I've been before simply surreal and selfishly unspoken shimmering like a puddle on my bathroom floor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
They were NPC’s with little concern Until color became oval shaped Schicklgruber was his middle name John is his middle name almost 100 years later
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
I wish I could write me a Dear John letter Pull out a pen and just let me go I know they say that it'll get better But I can't take much more of this - out of control
It is always here. Burdening my shoulders. It is always here. Burdening my body. It is always here. Burdening my soul.
If you were a feeling, you’d be PEACE, not TURMOIL. You’d be a MURMUR, not a ROAR. You’d be ENDURING, not MOMENTARY. You’d be FLAME, not SMOKE.
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
If I am to die, then let me do so, dagger in hand, twisting the blade between your ribs. Smiling as the blood rushes through my fingers, watching your face grow cold.
By H. J. Levon2 years ago in Poets
I fear what my survival instincts tell me what to do It took me so long to finally find you I watch my environment go up in flames
