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"Hey, come look at this! Her and I have the same name… and the same birthday?"
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The Reaper and Life spend their days by playing chess. Life has not won yet.
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
There are fire opals and sunstones raging in my veins, a molten clock that only beats when you appear A kiln inside me where the sun you give me glow
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I danced the day away, but not alone. I danced with creatures of beauty and ice. Together we laughed until the moon shone,
Hope is a lantern on the heart's porch, guiding the way to a new home. When I met you, my flame had faded, a candle in the wind.
There's a world inside that few can see, Where silence dances quietly. A mind that runs both fast and deep, While outwardly, it appears to be sleep.
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
I held you, bleeding, joyful and optimistic, 'til the snowy grave.
The world tilts forward not sudden, but steady, like a glass filled too close to the rim, like a road narrowing under the weight of its own warning.
