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A Poem
I have recently picked up pen and paper after quite a few years. This is just a sampling of what has done out of my mind. Poem # 1
By Rachel Anderson8 years ago in Poets
Safety
in my words are where i feel safe. not the ones that come out of my mouth no. those fly like daggers from my forked tongue and clatter on the ground like a forgotten half-thought of something that could have been but never was. they’re either too loud or too soft and often are uttered so quickly you’ll need a map to find where my point was.
By Kai Phillips8 years ago in Poets
Like a Blending
The merger of two Companies is like A marriage. But it’s More like a blending Of families. Both Of The firms have kids.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Who the Fuck Am I?
Who the fuck am I??? What the FUCK, am I supposed to be doing?! INTERROBANG!!!!! I like the weirdest shit. I do the weirdest shit.
By Haley Ward8 years ago in Poets
The Wait
Whispers left my mouth and rise in lazy curls fronds of condensation. The night folds in on me laying crystals on my clothes as it leeches the last of the dusk. The only sound was the dance of my feet as the cold flirted with my toes and the chill began to graze me, chaffing at my senses and drawing out my thoughts like drops of blood.
By Carmen Scott8 years ago in Poets
I Made Room For You
I made myself small. To fit in the square foot of space the world permitted me, when I deserved a galaxy worth of space to hold my secrets within.
By Bailey Theismann8 years ago in Poets
To My Children
We started out your Mum and I to spend our life together. To make a go of family life with love that lasts forever. No ambitious plans we could not keep just happiness was our goal.
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
Forgive Yourself
Tonight you're feeling a little sad, And think of sadness as of curse. For such a state you blame yourself, Cause there are people who feel worse.
By Anastasia Chernotalova8 years ago in Poets
Timelines
My timeline was set, I lined up my tracks, I started my engine and never looked back. First stop was graduation, high school was hard, but I made it, and my next stop wasn't too far.
By Emmily Sorge8 years ago in Poets
As Love May
You were my first, My first love, My first lust, My first sight, My first thought. You will be my last, My last love, My last lust, My last sight, My last thought.
By Emiline Hunter8 years ago in Poets
38
38. Today is the day I turn 38 years old. There were so many things it would have been nice to have been told. But to experience is where we grow and learn.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Hopeful Roads
Learning new roads while remembering the maps I’ve made in other towns Listening to words that have melodies in which can be heard without sounds
By Ecarg Nosive8 years ago in Poets