You saw lots of things growing up Familiar with the feeling of getting lost Where you are coming from, only I know Atleast you got only numb and not cold
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY STORY ;)* ~ Last night, I had a beautiful dream. The air was thicker than usual, and I was holding onto something that was never there.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but... You ate my leftovers again.... That wasn’t just spaghetti—it was a symbol of trust!
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Does this feeling of self loathing ever truly go away? Or do you learn to live with all the disgusting, selfish, fucked up parts of yourself? If you do, does that make you worse, more degraded? More disgusting. More selfish. More fucked up. Is chronic self awareness with no action a flaw? Knowing all your bad parts and hating them but not changing them seems like a flaw.
By Ainsel2 years ago in Poets
It's that time of year again, When carols fill the air. And masses spill out of store faces. Bank accounts dip like the weather.
By Lane Burns2 years ago in Poets
Searing Souls In the halls of shadows, where darkness rules, Where light is lost, and hope wanes, Lies a place where flames consume,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Poets
Burnout But still I can't stop ——————————————————————— This poem form is called a Hay(na)ku. Its a three-line poem that is 1 word-2 words-3 words. Very useful for when you have an urge to write but don't feel like overthinking.:
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
After an hour of yawning, it's time to rest my eyes say, I decide it's time to climb into bed and sleep away the stresses of the day.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Poets
Entries from my journal are only shared with my closest of friends, so beginning this series was not a decision taken lightly. Concentrations of my anguish, toil, love, ecstasy, and more exist between these pages.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of every morning light, When the day breaks softly, and dreams take flight, There lies a whisper, a tale untold,
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Poets
In 2024, we greet each day, With screens illuminated in a vibrant display, Connections flourish in pixels and bytes, As we navigate our digital flights.
Stinging like gaping wound To think you may never know Just how much you meant to me ... still mean The tears I spilled since, forever a mystery to you
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
