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Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them How have they not gotten a face full of fist
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
The roads we take unfold, With every step we make, Twisting through the valleys, Up mountains, down by the lake. Each path holds its secrets,
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Still at the school exit It is half past 12 pain in my stomach nostalgia in my face when will my father come? Has he completed his office duty?
Drawing flowers on my wall one for each happy moment I have moments that grow rarer these days like the light of life was fading from me
By Sonja Vogdt2 years ago in Poets
The waves of change roll in, Carrying the breath of time, A dance of highs and lows, In a rhythm that feels so fine. The tides keep shifting,
spare me the bad news I already know you're leaving, no need to lecture me when your eyes write the whole damn novel, major props for following your
By D2 years ago in Poets
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
Blue icy mountain moans, on end of scrumptious scone. Tea wavers as if it’s lost at sea, and spoons rest on freshly bleached, blanketed napkin sheets.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Run! run!...run. Craig got awake by a sudden, horrific trembling voice which continuously repeated the word, "Run". The grey-stoned castle was a masterpiece of art in the city of Zoraaf.
By Touseef Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
