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Broken Heart
How do you heal a lost heart? How do you mend the broken pieces? How do you stop the shedding tear? How do you stop the memories from overflowing?
Kedisha RowePublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo Break
an infinity before you. yet you feel trapped in the past? there you stood, sure you’d never go back to that place. that place you can’t associate yourself with even though
Pocket Hole
They say that a coin has two sides But it's more like top and bottom One side has your head so high The other makes you feel rotten
Gwapo MystizoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTombstone
My body is like a tombstone. Like all of the bodies that have left me. Like all of the me’s that have left me. All of the me’s are dead. Some haven’t even been buried yet, some haven’t been saved, some are 6 feet deep trying to crawl their way back out. I can feel the hands crawling up my throat and I cough up dirt. What do you follow when your heart is in a grave? I chisel RIP into my hips and no blood comes out. I wonder if that means I am the body waiting to be buried. I cremate myself so the wind will take me where I need to go. But now I am in multiple places, lost in California and Wisconsin. Stuck on a plane and inside a bathroom stall in Denver. In a meadow far away and taken under by ocean tides. I wonder if there’s a new and better me somewhere else, whole and happy. I wonder if she found our heart. I wonder what she decided. I wonder if she bleeds. I hope she bleeds but I hope she never finds out if she does. I hope I reach my final form before dying. I hope I am not stuck as this dust storm. I hope this dust storm is not my death, because that’s what it feels like. If this is my death, please make sure the rest of the bodies get buried. Don’t confuse those bodies for me, I already had funerals for them long ago. Have my funeral on top of a hill where the wind is strongest so you can hear my voice whispering. Go where there are lots of dead leaves so I can write you a message. Do not cry, for I am already drowning in an ocean somewhere. Do not give me flowers, because this is not beautiful and I don’t want to watch another thing die. Simply hang up the wind chimes, and listen.
Sophia MacielPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMic Check One Two - My Observations From Attending Local Showcases
In one way or another I have been a part of the Tampa Bay music scene since 2001. Because of this involvement, I find myself at plenty of open mics and showcase. Often I am asked to judge or critique the participants, something I like to do. I feel that it is a way to help some up and coming performers grow in their craft. After attending a few of these I started to notice certain patterns...and not the good kind either. So with the hopes of helping a few more up and coming artist I present you seven tips to improve your stage performance:
Angel SotoPublished 7 years ago in BeatPoison Love (I'm Worth More)
A man once laid hands on me, a loving embrace, But then the next time this wasn't the case, That same man laid hands on me, a once warm embrace,
Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAdenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCrushed Violets
The fists of your despair Have closed again I hear it coming Like the wind Whistling through the trees On a stormy night
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Life Anthem
The winds of time blows through Our lives like fleeting thoughts. A change in fate like a moment's whim Can neither be caught nor bought.
Jacob JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in Poets