I am mycelium Invisible yet undeniable I create life from death I offer body to light I am mushroom Magically mysterious
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Poets
12 months, 3 weeks, and two days. The past, present and future have changed. Between your gains and my losses Me drowning in the fading moss
By Snarky Lisa2 years ago in Poets
The abyss below is nothing but an illusion created to show you into believing. Believing that nothing rests beyond. Believing into thinking that all we see
By Rachael Anra2 years ago in Poets
Yesterday I could have sworn So clearly seen that I cannot but mourn Those first fast-falling flakes that adorn The trees no more
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
I cannot take this life anymore. It is too painful. It hurts when the air enters my lungs. It hurts to hold it inside me,
By Paola Crocomo2 years ago in Poets
It was just a normal Tuesday morning as I drove to work. A bright sunny morning is a great way to start the day, and I’m a morning person, so there’s that…
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Within my chest, a world is found A universe of emotions, spinning round, A chamber of wonder, where love resides A sanctuary of feelings, where heartbeats abide.
By Pooja Vishwakarma2 years ago in Poets
You looked in my eyes and said "I hate you," when your words were not enough, you tried to end me Tears streaked my face as you beat my head, a pounding ache inside my chest
By Mezmur2 years ago in Poets
is getting ahead top of your vocabulary? did it cost a tuppence virtue and all of your integrity? was it just once way back when?
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
It starts with a murmur, a seed in the air, A tale that was born from someone’s despair. A flicker of words, a spark without flame,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Poets
He's an overzealous eudaemon, his head a crooked cross. His halo brushes my brow now and then like bants that are somehow simultaneously too long and too short.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
I turned away when his gaze lingered too long, feeling the weight of something I wasn’t ready to name. There was steadiness in him,
By Eva A. Schellinger2 years ago in Poets
