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Angel's Birth
One single tear down my cheek, I feel a presence begin to leak. My eyes are open wide, and gaze upon my own blood and flesh.
Cat JenningsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStepping Into the World
I stepped into the world today, it surrounded me. Like the first moments of departed womb, the cold sting piercing, heart center piece,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Search
Proud little moments in between fits of defeat up beat, down beat, mid beat so fleeting triumph on top of tragic failings
S. L. McGeePublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Disapproved Love
Alone. Broken. Lost. I'm physically present, I can feel the air against my cheeks, see the frosty mountain peaks, but my heart is hollow and dark as a cave.
Cat JenningsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDog Days
There was a time when warm summer day’s lingered for ever and transitioned into pale blue moonlight before a soul could notes. A time when Love was cherished over all else. A time when the sky was a richer, deeper and more true blue, blue enough to induce melancholy sadness. It was when happiness was effortless the way it was meant. Today the winter wind blows cold and angry. Today is lonely. Today the most worthless and needless things are treasured. I cringe at the sight of beauty used for profit. Every salty tear that falls with soft and delicate sound weigh heavy on the mind. Every moment another someone’s heart is breaking. Tiny pieces scattered over the endless landscape of life. Good bye is agony. The dog days of life are gone.
Pain
Sitting alone on these steps, Waiting for the sun to go down. I gaze off into the horizon, looking at the sunset. Just for a moment, my pain is gone.
Karri DuperronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBurn My Heart
Taken in the direction of down. Have I any choice if my heart is bound? So we’re on our way to hell. You didn’t think I’d take it so well.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsReview: Detroit
Recently I listened to Malcolm Gladwell’s incredible podcast Revisionist History and in the very first episode he discussed a fascinating sociological concept called Moral Licensing. Moral Licensing is in essence doing something that is right and then using that right action, essentially a good deed, to justify bad behavior. Gladwell’s example was a painter in 19th Century England, Elizabeth Thompson, whose painting, titled Roll Call, became the first by a female artist to take a respected placement in the Royal Academy of Art. Unfortunately, the good deed by the male dominated Royal Academy of featuring the remarkable painting gave them, in their minds, the bona fides to justify not electing Thompson to become a member of the Royal Academy. They’d done their good deed and had nothing, in their minds left to prove.
Sean PatrickPublished 7 years ago in Geeks