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I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The smell of buttered popcorn at the fair. Your cotton-candy-sticky hand in mine, The trill of life in the midsummer air,
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
There Are Those There are many people such as myself, Giving all they have leaving empty shelves. Again the throng of users calls out for more,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
I’ve been standing up straight for far too long, the lack of respect and attention is altogether wrong. The circulation in my spine is nonexistent,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
I have felt you sl ip pi ng away for quite some time unlike apples you have fallen far from my tree your autumn leaves
By D2 years ago in Poets
I miss falling in love the pit of my stomach tangled like my hands in your hair and with just a glance you turned my gut
I tried to grab the moon tonight it looked within reach taunting me with its bright assurances, but I thought if I flipped my hands upside down
Beaming yellow, your radiance is hard to ignore, indifferent to my opinion of you, you bless the world as I sometimes ignore just how special you are,
4 A.M. again?? For f*ck’s sake, when am I going to realize I'm never going to sleep unless it's next to her? Idiot. I'll wake up (unfortunately) at 7 or 8 or whenever.... and do my stupid morning ritual of reaching for her and she won't be there.
