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Anxiety
It starts as a tickle An old familiar feeling That creeps up my spine Across my tongue And in through my eyes. It settles in my mind
Rauce The-saucePublished 7 years ago in PoetsMCM Comic Con London 2017
So last weekend, I attended MCM Comicon at the Excel centre in London and of course, it was spectacular! It was a geek's dream! It just gets bigger and bigger every year, which is amazing. This year, Marvel was the biggest hit of the con; covering about 30–40 percent of the centre. There were statues such as Iron Man, the Hulk, Spiderman, Groot, and much more! I never really checked out the statues as much because I was too busy at the food stalls! There were also stalls with mystery boxes, shirts, hoodies, keychains, and anything nerdy you can think of. My guilty pleasure was Funko Pops. They're collectable pops that come in various different genres such as movies, TV shows, anime, and video games. I currently own all of the overwatch pops thanks to Forbidden Planet at Comic Con. You should go check them out! They're full of geeky things!
PandaMeiNiumPublished 7 years ago in GeeksDragons
I keep thinking about being 13 And walking to the drugstore with a friend In November At 8:00 in the evening Our sweaters and laughter in our chests kept us warm
Jinx FarrahPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTaste
Your name tastes like Cigarettes. It used to taste like adventure and laughter and a smile. Your name tastes like
Kyle GrangerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNot Meant to Be
My heart breaks slowly, while my mind hides the pain, One lonely tear rolls down my cheek as I can no longer take the strain.
Andriea MunkeltPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove
Love comes so easily to me. I see it everywhere. I find it in the littlest things. I see the keys depress on a piano and I fall. I hear guitar strings vibrate and I’m lost. I listen to rain and I think of you. I don’t know how to express what I have for you. Your green eyes are a mystery. I’ve so clearly been able to see people through eyes but I see your eyes and I lose focus. I lose sense of everything. I picture forests I can get lost in and a wilderness I long for. I picture the light at the end of the tunnel. Nobody ever says what color the light is. I believe it’s green. I believe it’s a forest. A wilderness all to myself. Your joy spreads. Like wildfire. And I’m burning. The way you speak is so alluring. You have so much to say and it always takes you minutes to speak single sentences but I look in your eyes and see a cluttered mind picking together the pieces and I wait. I patiently wait. I listen as you seemingly discover words for the first time. I wait for you to finish thoughts you never knew you had.
Aaron hugheyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSilence
The room is dark and cold. And silent. Not a sound to be heard but the beeping of the monitor, and the slow, shallow
Alexis RogersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFairytale
You’re the Gertrude Stein to my Picasso, I’m the Camille to your Rodin. How does it end? Will our art become an emblem of an endless love or will our beautiful work become forgotten? In a couple of years, will someone discover what we have created and suddenly make our love known all over the world? Isn’t it reckless to fall into something like this so deep? Isn’t it childish to be crazy about each other? It is my dear, it is.
Brownie HazePublished 7 years ago in Poets