Since forgiving oneself Is infernally bound to the Lessons darkened in our minds Echoed voices resound Noise blasting sounds
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Slipping into the peaceful embrace Isolated from the standard chaos we face Liaising with my internal discourse Eliminating distractions at its external source
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Some find peace In the silence Like a blanket Encasing the world Nurturing their Calm—some find it Excruciating in its finality.
Sheep leap in sequence—one, two, three… Inhale and paint the farmyard on my eyelids as I Lay here listening to the e m p t i n e s s.
Somehow this hush has Integrated itself in the space between my Lungs—a place where there used to be an Echo of life, for you.
Slipping Into Listless Existence No Cadence Endures
Stupid me, staring at my phone and waiting, Incredulously thinking you'd call. I'm all alone, Living in a fantasy of deeply reciprocated affection.
By F Cade Swansonabout a year ago in Poets
so suspiciously inquisitive, as usual. How dare you lunge forward, expecting the truth to be hurled out of my eyes. exactly as i thought it, you knew and yet you ignored it. the knowing,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
sad girl hours. isolation never looked better on me, especially after the night’s tender air turns cool and quiet and
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Slumber under the starry sky. It illuminates, like languished eyes, nearing the comfort of careful empathy in the echoless.
Sweetest shadows and secrets inspire inklings of love and long eves. Nights never cease to be calming especially with eased ears.
Sundays are always welcome in our home. In summer, the kids play backyard footy while the parents kick back their Legs in lawn chairs, cigarettes propped up in ashtrays,
By Tyler Oliverabout a year ago in Poets
