The room was very quite. Only the sound of a clock could be heard.Outside,the streets were empty and dark.Everyone was sleeping.
By @HiddenHistory5 months ago in Poets
From Earth I rose, and so I stand. I am sea, stone, sand—and the spiraling journey between. My body is memoir, muse, and museum; a rubix cube of life’s timelessness.
By JCC5 months ago in Poets
Authentic Universe’s “I” energy Inconsumable Blackness derivative Galaxy clusters … absorbing, claustrophobic, anaerobic, monophonic, compressing swirl
By Diana5 months ago in Poets
i don't need you in my life, per se. i want you in my life. There's a difference i would never make my smile somehow your job.
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
i have loved you for millennia lives entangled hands clasped traversing every rocky path through fields of tall grasses
By Kristen Balyeat5 months ago in Poets
She walks these jade hills Spreading magic with her heals In her flowing gown of cream She brings to life a sweet dream With an enchantment, she brings
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
Do not let your voice remain unheard Nor your thoughts locked away Because it’s the idea’s you have, That might make a difference one day.
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
When did you start saying macaroni instead of mamy-yammies? When was the last time you said it wrong in your most right and baby way?
I screamed from the rooftops today I screamed as loud as I could. My closest and dearest all to the furthest and coldest could hear my voice; but they tilted their head in disbelief.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
Look into my eyes, With your soft gaze, Part your lips slightly, I'm in a daze. Your body doesn't have to touch mine, I can feel the flames;
By Carol Ann Townend5 months ago in Poets
Hands on the rainy window pane, Faces appear then they are not there, Haunting screams echo through the room, Wretched, bloodied faces tell stories of fear
Before that, a kitchen. Yellow curtains I chose because they looked like something from a life I hadn't lived yet. Coffee going cold on the counter.
By Akiya ღ5 months ago in Poets
