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the world can wait for me now
slowing down, breathing the world can wait for me, now come what may, in time
something sweet
How do you describe too much? To me, it’s taking a bite of pastry, and starting to choke. Were you excited? when you looked through the shop window.
When someone's writing is better than yours
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I should not compare Brilliant prose to my own But it’s addicting
- Runner-Up in Inverse Challenge
You
you are worthless don't you dare tell me that you are deserving of love and adoration because anyone with eyes can see you don't radiate sweetness or affection
Reflections
So picture this: The city throws its hats in puddles; They do not sink but float. February thunderstorms, whirlwinds and blizzards;
CREATION MYTH
Introduction Among my favorite tropes in storytelling is the creation myth, which always amounts to an impossible story about how things came to be which is nevertheless more appealing and resonant than the boring old facts.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBlue Hypocrite
The way you speak Swirls and wriggles Like a snake in a bush, Losing the real meaning. On the prowl, Searching for a fool like me,
Mescaline BrissetPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWhat's The Big Idea?
"That's a brilliant idea!" I told myself. I told myself this Just before I fell asleep, When I was in the shower, As I drove across the country
Manisha DhalaniPublished 2 months ago in PoetsHarbingers
The Mockingbird returned today, Flitting down from the little walnut tree to the fence Outside my office window. Soon, he'll claim his perch atop the power pole,
Dana CrandellPublished 2 months ago in PoetsAt Twenty-Four....
At twenty-four, carrying disappointments and defects, Worrying why I'm not deemed sufficient. With tear-filled eyes, I questioned my mother.
Chimera Effect
*author’s note: this poem touches on themes of body dysmorphia and emotional abuse* The Purge reflects back, swirls clockwise
Kate KastelbergPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Strawberry Seed
There is a strawberry seed stuck between my molars this bitter kernel of fructose tomorrows. Sunward searing -
Benjamin Butz-WeidnerPublished 2 months ago in Poets