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iPhone
I am the future I am the Android's poison The "dumb" phones reaper My apps put me on the map Siri can be accessed with just a tap
By Calinda Patterson8 years ago in Poets
Part of Her
Nobody knows the real Her, all of Her, we only know parts, the parts She lets us see and different people see different parts. She shows us what She wants us to see and nothing more. This is strategy. She doesn’t want anyone to know all of Her, not Her parents or siblings, not Her closest friends, no one.
By Penelope Van de Burg8 years ago in Poets
I Want A
Cosmo to my Wanda Alex to my Piper Lorna to my Nicki Killian to my Emma James to my Alyssa Edward to my Bella Emmett to my Rosalie
By Goodbye Forever8 years ago in Poets
Obnoxious Liberals
Obnoxious Liberal! With your poster and paint! Your face stained red with anger. The farmer you stand for has a red face too,
By amanda e8 years ago in Poets
The Unknown Result
I hold my stomach like a jar of roses without water rushing, without dirt to tip the pot Stir my emotion with a huge wooden
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Dead or Alive?
Dead or Alive? I forgive you for not letting go You did put on a great show No one will ever know No one will ever know, except you
By Natalie Wilson8 years ago in Poets
Limerence
Sunlight is limited in February I was in the dark for most of winter I got drunk for the first time It’s the mistake that defines me
By Jessica Karnes8 years ago in Poets
Imagine
How does it feel to be hugged Honestly I wouldn’t know But I imagine it makes you smile I imagine I would like a hug How does it feel to be kissed
By Natalie Wilson8 years ago in Poets
Sky by KS
They tell you the possibilities are endless, that no one is stopping you but yourself They tell you to dream bigger dreams when you're realistic, to be happy when you're down
By Keighley S8 years ago in Poets
Hold Me
What price do I have to pay, For you to hold me? What does implied compassion cost? Is it a price I cannot afford? A heart I no longer possess,
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Poets
When Little Things Explode
It was when I was five When I fully realized That the world I saw was dull. I didn't want to play, I didn't have the friends anyways.
By Panda ™8 years ago in Poets
Dull Mornings
Lavender sheets collapsed from paired hearts Rooms once dark with passion Now glows from hours passed Sounds of new day play on repeat
By Emily Fair8 years ago in Poets