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No one knows why they're spraying trails in the sky... it's not natural. Some say they're now invisible, but that they're still spraying.
By Michael Giglio7 years ago in Poets
Spare the rod, and spoil the run- look into my eyes, and fall- entranced from staring at the sun, we burned the writing
By Ron Walker7 years ago in Poets
It’s 2AM and all I think about is your arms around me Your breath fanning against the back of my neck, and Your soft snores echoing in my small room. It’s only been
By A. Rose7 years ago in Poets
Drumsticks the parallels to future rhythm feelings tin garbage cans mirages for metaphors like the "gutter brain" sit and wait tired so hate it lick a fentanyl patch and get elated
By pasha alekseyev7 years ago in Poets
I exist beyond my body, my worth cannot be measured in pounds the pressures felt live solely through my thoughts - these are
By Sam G7 years ago in Poets
Are we to see the world through the eyes of our leaders or with the souls of our ancestors? Is there a time when we close the doors of brainwash and open the journals of truth?
By Dawn Irene7 years ago in Poets
These words won't get Me high at night, But I'm a poet- I can fly... I guide the hook into the blues, And fish for feelings
In a single breath, my entire opinion of you changed, marking the before and after in my choices. People talk, and you forgot they always have loud voices.
By Miss Riddle7 years ago in Poets