Brian Merchant Blood in the Machine: The Origins of the Rebellion… All rebelions are alike.. Blood The same Lubricant .
By Iris V.5 months ago in Poets
Like a moth to a flame, my skin wishes for pleasure, while my heart follows a road to its end... that in its wistful steps, it might save itself from the blame of my sin‐
By JM5 months ago in Poets
My romantic side looks up and sees the crescent moon hanging from the midnight blue sky dangling a twinkly bright star while my astronomy side
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
Every time I look, I see death in the mirror And every time I look Death seems a little clearer So, I don’t know what to do
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
I scaled the dark where silence sings, past anchored moons and heavy things, to reach the seam where light turns thin, and press my fingers to the skin.
By Catherine Gilpin5 months ago in Poets
What's that I see fallin' from the sky? White icy pellets! But not from some drive-by The streets turn white And my brothers and sister
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
I. If I travel back in time, when all my failures, all my foolishness, dictated my life, I’d be tempted to change the course
quantum romance existing on fine lines sustained with patience something i've been chasing always out of reach beyond a fixed grasp
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
The heavens are crying Because they are disappointed in me God is sending thunder Because my actions upset him Then God sends a rainbow
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
I hate the make-up and the music I hate you for trying to be funny I hear the stupid trombone in the background The children laugh but
By John Scipio5 months ago in Poets
Don’t lecture me about my morals and values My preference gets longer and longer and harder to find God isn’t answering this prayer
The laundry, it can sit a while The dishes, they can wait Today is not for breaking sweat or worrying if I'm late 🧽⏱️🧽⏱️🧽⏱️🧽⏱️🧽⏱️🧽⏱️
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Poets
