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Almost Real
I had a dream we were in a magazine and our lives were a perfect picture Flaws in this dream were gone and missing only beauty
By Hannah Wolfe8 years ago in Poets
Your Blue Eyes
I have always loved the color blue. But now it only pains me. I can’t seem to look at the ocean or the sky without thinking of you.
By Olivia Katherine8 years ago in Poets
2 AM
You are like a bubble If ever I hold you closer You disappear. Like a blizzard You are stone cold If ever I try to hold you with my warm hand
By Bobby / author8 years ago in Poets
Boys Like You
I let you consume my life. I let the thought of you being gone kill me inside. I let you destroy me, even though you didn’t even realize it.
By Olivia Katherine8 years ago in Poets
Howl
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Instagram, Facebook, all social media and internet and TV, insecurities, seeing competition,
By Keenia Dyer-Williams8 years ago in Poets
17 Type of Shit
The things we believe at 17 especially when they come from cute boys with green eyes their words we get hypnotized. Knowing most likely at the end of the day they are just lies to get into our hearts and in between our thighs but at 17 you don't think.
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
What Are We?
What are we? We are a million things. Most of us these days are slaves to social media. I've just updated Facebook, Instagram, Linkedin, Muckrack, Pinterest, Flipboard, Mix, Twitter, and YouTube, and I'm now I'm celebrating that on Wordpress.
By Shelley Dootson-Greenland8 years ago in Poets
Pretty Girls
pretty girls don't cry because it ruins their makeup, pretty girls don't read books because they want your knowledge to hide your pretty because boys don't want knowledge they want pretty.
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
Dear Whoever
Dear whoever is listening, why do you try so hard to be strong, but inside you feel like you are being ripped into a million pieces....?
By Jessica S8 years ago in Poets
The Obvious
The Obvious Sitting inside a glass house, and of course I throw stones! It's a curse inside my bones. Now, no just know; where I live inside my home, the place where I just don't know? I'm sitting here In the cold, alone I thought I was safe to do so, to throw the stones. Now, know just no, I'm here with the obvious, with a place to sit with no place to just kick it, a place with no home. No just know, I let my kingdom become my prison and now I know...
By Jeff Cruz8 years ago in Poets
Angel
Originally written May 6, 2017 Clear blue were the eyes of an angel as he wept the loss of another, Deep oceans filled of los, love, and hope threatened to be lost forever,
By 8 years ago in Poets
Wheelchair
To the girl sitting in front of me. You that somehow have found the secret to a happy life please do not ever give a sip of your lips to someone who sees you as ordinary because there is nothing ordinary in being like you, seated on the throne of silent voices whispering: “what happened to her?” just because your legs stopped taking you away from reality a long time ago, I do not know when or why.
By Marco Gritti8 years ago in Poets