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Autumn
Autumn dearest. You are drawing near. You are here in technicality. But I still have yet to fully feel you. I try every year to distinguish why I love you so. Is it the wind and chill in the air? Is it the smell of crisp leaves and brisk mornings? Is it the colors orange and gold and red gleaming in the sun? How do you make me feel what I feel and leave me in the unknown limbo of what to call it?
By Emily Valdez8 years ago in Poets
Don't Touch This II
(I'm Ready) trying to get back into the swing of things - trying to push myself over the edge of a cliff, to fall back into an uncomfortably familiar rhythm - trying to be ready, now. ready to? to feel again, and not just pretend to. to write, and to mean it. to grasp control, and push it to its very limits without losing it, without spiraling. trying to stare at myself as a language I can learn, and then to learn it, and then to know myself, and then to reformulate what has been lost around this core of known.
By isa bel8 years ago in Poets
Candlelight
I watch you dance in my eyes, flickering but never extinguished. I see how you glow and I wait. I wonder. I hear the crackle and I feel at home. Candlelight, you know me. And I know you.
By Emily Valdez8 years ago in Poets
Construction
I worked with two Irishmen. One had no hair on his knuckles from smoking cigarettes to the filter. The other was my boss.
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Mysteries
How many beautiful mysteries lie dormant in the fields of my heart? Not yet stirred from the vast architecture of thoughts and feelings rampant in the world of literature
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
Dark Was the Night...
And yet another time, the night justified its nature — dark. Nothing good came out of it. As if the eclipse had taken its toll. Trust shattered, voices broken, and souls shook. The warmth being stolen away. The cold breeze as cruel as death. A person could only hope for the sun to come out, desperately waiting for the morning to rise — only to realize that the eclipse had taken over. The sun hidden behind the shadows of the moon. Oh, the reflection! Cost a lot of people a lot of peace. We absorbed all we could externally, until we were full to the brim. And the words wanted to leave our bodies.
By Isha Khaneja8 years ago in Poets
Surround Yourself with Love
As you grow, you learn that There are variations of love And that none are more Powerful, but different. You learn to depend on
By Mecca-Amirah Jackson8 years ago in Poets
I Dance
I swing and sway across the floor with my tall pointe shoes I stretch between my legs like long pointy toothpicks but till the end of the day I Dance
By Gladys W. Muturi8 years ago in Poets
Expressions of Us
Thinking of what it would be like to hold you in the rain. To put my face to yours As the rain drips off our cloths, time sits still, with the impression of our smiles to stain it.
By Brendon Brumfield8 years ago in Poets
True Feelings of Broken Wings
Haunted Silence True Feelings of Broken wings Pushed out. kicked out Dropped and ditched Torn and tired Broken and bruised but still fighting
By Makayla Mermaid8 years ago in Poets
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Sometimes, I think the fact that we were ever born at all, is the cruelest joke that ever existed. To live only to die, for what?
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets
She's My Biggest Fear
She leaves your heart black and blue, she lied to you when she said she loved you. She does that to all the girls. She leaves them without trying,
By Elizabeth fonti8 years ago in Poets