There are strings for clothing and crafts, such as: cotton, hemp, nylon, elastic. There are strings for experiments and construction,
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
Iβve arrivedβ at half way to half way. The issue is that there are infinite halves. Sure, each one is closer, but will getting there
As I sit here listening to these walls speak. I hear a door squeak And out of the darkness comes a Man pale and thinned, cobwebs in hair,
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Where I walk death follows, Striking fear into the heart of men Only those who doubt not life, Shall survive till the greater end
One came and died so that we may live He turned us from sinners to saints with His own life you're not perfect you're not flawless
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
Is limerence a dirty word? I feel filthy when I think about the way it can effect me. So pure and light like a joy from within
By Lolly Vieira5 months ago in Poets
I have a theory But don't want to Share it Maybe tomorrow I'll break the heavens softly I'm choosing to be selective Holding back
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Pushing on the door youβve gotta pull to get in Everybodyβs panicked jumping out of their skin Waiting on the signal that tells us when to begin
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Cars whooshing by Gas fumes fill the air I move without a care Under the blue blue sky π£οΈ Going from town to town Making my way alone
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
It's ok, dearheart it's gonna be better than okay the monsters under your bed in your head evoking dread aren't real
The prompt is from here βIf you could write a letter to your younger self, what would you say?β Dear Maya, You did not abandon yourself. I did. I do.
By Maya Or Tzur5 months ago in Poets
in the wee hours when my world is sleeping i'm awake in the quiet i can hear into the silence as my soul softly whispers
