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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Empress of Eternal Love
Splitting inside, Going insane Testing the lies, living in pain Alone in the woods, hear me now Calling to you, without a sound
By Chris Gingerich8 years ago in Poets
Lucid
I am lost with no direction in life Better settle down now and find myself a wife I hope that she don’t get home too early
By Tyler Peer8 years ago in Poets
Of Broken Traditions
You’ll be a mother one day, she tells me You may not want it, but you will There’s some growing to be done, you see And then a household you will fill
By Destiny Smith8 years ago in Poets
Wake Up
red lights, green lights plain faces that empty full places those uneventful summer nights bleak words shared with no one you truly know
By Angel Jaramillo8 years ago in Poets
Why I Paint Rainbows
I live in a world Where everything is grey Dreary Like iron clouds Whose only purpose Is to rain down Broken sheets of misery upon me
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Where and When
Where When Where can it be When can it be Where you are When you are Where will it be When will it be Where can you go
By Daniel Brizuela8 years ago in Poets
Panic Attacks are Hard to Describe
It is spring, flowers blooming and all. I am outstretched - absorbing every bit of sun my skin can manage to grab on to There are ladybugs and bees, and I am afraid of neither - its been so long since I've gotten stung.
By Ana Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
Too Beautiful
I remember when I had skin. I used to pride myself on my shell's beauty. I was always adorned with the best gems this earth has ever created, cinched in the finest materials, and the object of beauty that brought designers visions to life. I was flawless.
By Shanique Walters8 years ago in Poets
The Maker
The child with the imagination choosesThe child, to read, choosesThe child, with wings of fancy flying about, sings and dances ‘til night’s endThe child knows what truth is beyond all truth
By Althea Luce8 years ago in Poets
Eyes
Eyes, like galaxies, swimming with a color, So unnatural, so full of life, soulful, Beautiful, powerful, like destroyers, dark,
By galaxus imprum8 years ago in Poets
Undeserving
Undeserving I am of you You've always demonstrated love that is true I tried to have my cake and eat it too Chance after chance you gave me
By Garvin Raye8 years ago in Poets
Life
You either fuck the world, or let the world fuck you. The pain can feel so good, making you cum with sadness. It's addicting, like the inhale of a morning cigarette.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets