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Chronicles of Psalms
I begin my chronicles, I know I was meant to do this and I said, "What do I write?" It came to me to write my truth; To release my skeletons out the closet, Expose myself to the greedy media of life. I wanted to take of the layers of stone that created my statue of being "politically correct"
By Psalms Izme8 years ago in Poets
Mommy
Mommy, why do you let daddy do this to us? The words he uses when he talks, yells, and screams hurt me more than you think they do.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
The Joys of Getting Old
It's a nightmare, is getting old, suddenly more vulnerable to the common cold. Hair starts to thin and turns a delicate grey,
By Hazel Colby8 years ago in Poets
Sea Glass
Half-buried in the coarse sand, mostly submerged under a sheen of foam constantly renewed by the now gentle, now violent lapping or crashing of the waves,
By Nathan Heard8 years ago in Poets
Invisible Uprising
Marching, marching in the streets While blood is running in the sheets Children, adults, neighbors, friends The list goes on and never ends
By Chadlai Shade8 years ago in Poets
My Skin
My skin The color of my skin To be honest, is lightened But mentally, is mixed melanin But due to wrongful treatment Of me way back when
By Jordan Velez8 years ago in Poets
Hephaestus
Hammer in hand no one could challenge. Words are cannons that leave much damage. His own mother pulled the rug from under his feet.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
Love or Loss
Is this love I feel inside Or is this lies that gnaw and breaks They create caves for them to hide It feels so warm and then my heart aches
By Kylee Matthews8 years ago in Poets
Heart Beats
'Thund Thund' (Normal but loud) She feels her heart pounding against her chest as she walks in the room She's terrified of what he might say
By Cali Vielma8 years ago in Poets
In
your heart is dark how do I get in i scream? No one hears me but my thoughts and they all laugh at me, tell me i'm crazy. I just want to make you warm I cry , please just let me In.
By dorisi cordero8 years ago in Poets
The Epitome of a Great Fucking Guy
The epitome of a great fucking guy Is the man twice your age who passes by While you're walking home from a late night bar
By Paige Hayden8 years ago in Poets
Hope
It springs from the ashes of a devastating fire and yet I cling to the chance that the pain, the charred ground, the wasteland,
By Nathan Heard8 years ago in Poets