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Not Yet
sleep, eat, sit on my hands stand on my head.
By Craig Johnson4 years ago in Poets
Worst Case
As the fish drown and birds fly out past the atmosphere, we ignore the ugly and insincere nature of our Gods, and wait for better men to crawl thru the cracks, full of confidence and half courage, they find in fits of curse words and photos of their childhood dogs, they fall asleep but fail to rest, always waking to a deficit of character, noted boldly on calendars and by the scars that paint their bodies, refusing to allow them to relax.
By Craig Johnson4 years ago in Poets
Home
As I hear the birds chirping and singing melodiously, and the leaves on the branches swaying benevolently, I take a deep breath in, suddenly getting a whiff of buttery pancakes. My eyes shoot wide open, as I sprint off my bed, running downstairs to the kitchen, my hair a bird's nest, my breath so deadly, it could kill anyone within its proximity, but it does not bother me at all.
By Summaiya Rehman 4 years ago in Poets
Where I Live
The dark lands, the light lands, fascinate me. I’m constantly moving from current to current. I constantly step on them. I hopscotch through their crevices and kiss them when I kneel to get a closer look. In my thoughts, the lands fight like champions to figure out who gets to possess me. In my thoughts. They’ve also sat and caressed each other. I watch the dark lands lurk and slither. I watch the light lands expand wide and selfless. They don’t blend or exist together. A divided space rules this dimension. I've moved between them endlessly. In their realms I am a bird with no South. In their realms I live with my eighteen thousand thoughts.
By Paula Iglesias4 years ago in Poets
This is our home.
The King sat upon his throne, and his heart pondered deeply of what was, and what would be. The constant shadows that lingered in the dark, the uncertainty of the future of his kingdom. The constant thinking of how all things would work, and the many attempts to find a solution, only to find it unsatisfying, at best. “My heart is weighed with such a heavy burden, more so than the people of the west should ever have to deal with. Liberty and freedom, is what my forebears fought for, and what I will continue to hope and strive for, no matter how dark the night,” the King thought to himself. The King reminisced for a moment. His heart pondered over the tales of his ancestors, and the songs of old. He lifted himself up from his throne, and began to sing.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
What is a home by Kezia Clay-Downing
What is home? Message by Kezia Clay-Downing What is Home, is it a person, a place, a thing, or an idea? What is it about home that makes us feel comfortable and safe? What is it about home that provides us the confirmation that who we are is what we were made to be?
By Kezia Clay-Downing4 years ago in Poets
