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Japan
A trip to Japan you said Words from your lips that my lips read Little did we know a day like that would never arise I mean honestly
By Andria Perera8 years ago in Poets
October 6, 2016
Crying for three hours seems like an impossible thing to do, but I just cried for four. I feel like I'm drowning again and everything around me is blurry.
By Marina H.8 years ago in Poets
Around 4
The night air rolls in around 4 and I wake up to the dream that was day The time when I itch for something worthwhile to do
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
Journal Entry IIV
Journal Entry IIV -the Feed Every morning I'm in hiding, chillin'. Waiting for night time to start killin'. It's simple to a veteran villain, though the trick is to not get caught. Your forefathers in burn'd graves rot because, to the stakes, they could not have fought. The very thought of the thrills send down my spine cold chills. The hunted over the hills, my prey I must find. It is so divine to pursue that of which is mine for the taking. A show I am making. Let's go. Lose, no! Not ever! To clever. The nightfall extends. All insanity begins. The bloodshed will frenz's. Dusk hours will end, sunrise. Run—
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
My Cigarette
Sitting in the loo With a cigarette between my fingers Inhaling nicotine And blowing it out in thin air I feel so relaxed.
By Sanah N8 years ago in Poets
Let Go
I watched it happen from the window, I saw him finally let himself go. He hadn't been out for long over a week; I didn't think it'd be this bleak,
By rebecca8 years ago in Poets
The Metronome
We sat in front of each other. On the coffee table between us A metronome. The room full of rustic furniture Leather upholstery, you can smell the age.
By Bernard Aquilina8 years ago in Poets
Give Me a Chance, Please!
Don't know why, but it's so very hard on me To keep this going in circles in my own mind I try hard to move on, my life must go on
By Sanah N8 years ago in Poets
Mummy's Special Cupboard
Mummy has a cupboard, she shares with Santa Claus It’s where she hides the presents, and the gin of course. In it are the next sized coats, and bigger shoes and clothes
By Pink Joker8 years ago in Poets
October 2, 2016
I don't want to stay here. I want to explore, I want to travel, I want to know. I don't want to be stuck in one place.
By Marina H.8 years ago in Poets
Addicted
I wouldn't cut my wrists Or stick coke up my nose I wouldn't chase the dragon In shoes with pointy toes I never wear tight jeans
By Pink Joker8 years ago in Poets
Let Yourself Be
Bare your heart and soul Let us know what makes you whole Is it the words on that book Or, your lover in this room. Dance,
By Arlette Martinez8 years ago in Poets