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Creepy crawler
creepy crawly creatures crawl, clearly crossed. Cowardly coworkers cower carefully. Comfort comes close clearing creatures candidly. Coming close, creature cluster contacts cream. Clobbering crazy coworkers cemented creepy crawlers, cops came climbing. Candy cleaned, crawlers creeped cowardly coy.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
They asked me what love meant to me and all I could think of was me telling you to text me when you got home, always. It’s you offering to drive because you know I don’t like to. It’s you sharing your dinner with me even though I said I wasn’t hungry. It’s the small gestures of patience, of showing that you want to be with me; even with my quirks. It’s feeling like you're home. It feels like belonging. It’s feeling held without being touched. Love is caring about someone else unconditionally; it’s making time, whether it’s convenient or not, it’s wanting them in your life through the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s all the little things that shape a word as big as love. Love is stumbling through life hand in hand with the person who will help you get up when you fall down, but who will also understand you and take a step back when you feel like you need to get back up on your own.
By Gianna Neufeld3 years ago in Poets
Trying
the reason that we met is still so unclear to me. i don’t know whether it was for love or hate, happiness or pain. i’m still not sure what the true reason is. maybe we were brought together to heal each other; but how could someone who was hurting just as bad hurt the other even more. i began to think it was love, up until the love turned to some sort of hate. i thought that it was a forever thing, but forever is just a fairytale, I guess. you can’t promise someone forever when you’re not completely truthful with them. With all the thinking and digging i was doing, i started to come to the conclusion that you were just a lesson being taught on my journey of healing. you in fact taught me a lot, but at the same time you hurt me more than you healed me. maybe i was blinded by the fact that i wanted things to be so pure and real; that i pushed my feelings aside and wanted to love you for you. but i couldn’t love you for you, when you wouldn’t even open up to me about the simplest of things. it was like you were a mystery waiting to be solved but didn’t want to be solved; just forever remaining a mystery. how are you supposed to love someone that you truly don’t know? that was the biggest mistake. giving someone your all, and not getting it in return. i should’ve learned from past experiences. but i was so curious to try again. something along the lines of trial and error. you were so kind and so sweet, and you did win my heart over at some point. but the good was quickly paved over by the bad. i wanted things to work so bad, but how are we supposed to make things work when i’m the only one trying?
By Gianna Neufeld3 years ago in Poets
Edgar Allan Poe life and works
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American writer, poet, and literary critic who is best known for his gothic and horror stories. He had a troubled life, plagued by poverty, alcoholism, and mental health issues, and died at the young age of 40.
By Eyüp Turan3 years ago in Poets
