All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Some contemporary minds seem so smug Dismissing the soul as a quaint, old myth Sweeping sublime strangeness under the rug
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
I slosh between slush that coats everything between here and there. Dust settles in waves of multitudes between the rainy haze that peppers the ocean ice,
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Who determines the cost of betrayal? How highly do we value loyalty? Should the traitor expect a portrayal Sympathetic, or marked by great beauty?
In the aftermath Grimacing through the glimpses of her past self, She passed by her pictures on the old shelf Laughing through her eyes that endowed merriment,
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
One must respect the narrative technique When an obstinate skeptic is woven Into a tale audacious, nigh unique Who doubts that bread emerged from yonder oven
Our enigmatic origins have been The subject of many peculiar tales; Sacred, secular, lofty and obscene Many involve a villain with bright scales
