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Nostalgia as an Addiction
There are some pills that taste like ash/ that absorb the moisture in my mouth/ and form an anchor There are some pills that taste like
By DaisythePoetess .8 years ago in Poets
The Wildfire of My Heart
You ignited my heart then left it to burn. You started this fire now you refuse to put out these flames. They're engulfing my life.
By Allison Taylor8 years ago in Poets
Letting Go
I’m always angry and I’m sad and filled with hate, Somebody asks me are you ok? I say yeah, I put on a smile But all I want is for you to look into my eyes and
By S. P.8 years ago in Poets
Writing Gives Me...
Writing Gives me joy, Gives me peace, Gives me clarity. It gives me imagination, Gives me a life To live that’s not my own.
By Sarah Gombold8 years ago in Poets
This is Our Love
This is our love, a running mouth, a burning gaze, and just a pinch of genuine curiosity. That's how you get to me. I'll never witness such resilience in the reflection of your honey colored eyes, unless they're looking at me.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
In this Space
In this space. I feel safe. No one can hurt me. But everyone can, you see. What is this space? You may ask. It’s a wonderful place.
By Emily Strouse8 years ago in Poets
Moments
What is in a moment's cause? A flicker, a brief, a pause. Defined by the intricate system of time, Something we can no longer define.
By Ray Calleja8 years ago in Poets
Thanks
You're cute as a button And sweet as candy As a friend You are just dandy. I want to thank you For all that you do; Honestly for just being you.
By Tina Morse8 years ago in Poets
America Proud
Don't stand before me yelling who's right or wrong when our freedom gets ripped away; either stand by my side or get out the way. This is America, home of the brave and land of the free, or, it used to be. We have threats at our doorsteps yet we're at each others throats, people talking about our constitution being rewrote. Today everyone is overly offended and most offended misapprehended. We have officers acting as tyrants lead by a tyranny causing mass insanity. It's left or right, day or night, seems like there's always a fight or a nightmare fright. America is in some dark times, but no matter what my American pride still shines.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Hospital Love Poems
Alive ThinkBlinkBreathe step by step, closer,but Fartherstill not Knowingwho you arebut still havingDesire not knowing Howto ask butStillWanting
By Althea Luce8 years ago in Poets
Art
Art cannot just be defined as painting or sculptures, Or be defined as lines stretched on a canvas. For I see art in the way you smile, and in the way you breath.
By Christina Prescott8 years ago in Poets
Wolf Mates
howling at a full and pungent moon darkness is the night wrapped around me like a cool blanket I see through the wolves sight
By Sonya Schnare8 years ago in Poets