I wanna be yours. vulnerable to falsehoods, likely to be believed, i wanna be yours, feel my heart tick damaged and scarred,
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
The tattoo artist met us in a loft of sorts above a barber shop. Enthusiasm building, as if we might pop. I remember lying down and wondering if it was too late to change my mind.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Endless movies, Ready for a midnight showing, What would you like to see tonight? The film unreels, The projector clicks and stutters,
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
I'm chasing smiles through the thicket of thoughts, I'm walking on the dry grass of doubts, I've pricked myself on thorns of hope,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
Sad that the days Are so dreary and Dark comes so early (c) Andrea O. Corwin When the days shorten minute by minute I am reminded that soon
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
In the frost-laden hush of the year’s last breath, he arrives, a man-shaped shadow wrapped in velvet and smoke, eyes like embers smoldering beneath winter's veil.
By Eva A. Schellinger2 years ago in Poets
The first time your lips found mine, it was as if the universe exhaled, folding us into a moment that was both infinite and fleeting.
The day drifts away, its weight dissolved in the amber glow of evening, leaving only the gentle echo of your laughter pressed against the walls of my mind.
What good's a great plot When your characters cannot Roll it up the hill? /// What good’s a setting Lying lifeless on the page—
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
You were amazing, but it feels like a lie now, a dream I thought we both wanted, but you tore it from its roots before it could even bloom.
When the bond is ionic; electrons must be shared apart, Can't there be LOVE in chemistry, where no atom breaks its HEART? *
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Two paths calling you One leads to adroit sadness One leads to freedom. +++ I’ve got the map…
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
