She was born premature, a brain of tabula rasa, we raised her with care. Now she is a sponge— learning, retaining,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
My father he struck me and all I had was a bowl half empty and now I'm a man of at least six and thirty and I struggle every day
By Amy9 months ago in Poets
So, when men keep falling in love with women, They are men who keep their love! ❤️🔥 Which is why, as the days, months, and years tick by,
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Why do the moments I once held close now feel like wounds? Why does something that once made me proud now feel like a failure?
By @QUIETTHOUGHTS9 months ago in Poets
I hope that when all is said and done you have that little selfishness for yourself too I hope that when you're right in the heat between your heart and your head which ultimately brings you the most happiness
By THEOPHILUS NAGBERI9 months ago in Poets
The Temple Within By [Your Name] Published on Vocal Media --- Your soul is not broken, It’s simply buried beneath the noise. Noise of opinions, expectations, failures— All the voices that are not yours.
By Abidullah 9 months ago in Poets
A Love Story Raindrops are falling, Spreading drops of water. The scent of love is spreading throughout the city, Is that the scent that has the whole city intoxicated!
By Jr. Majah9 months ago in Poets
Marcella the lion cub was bored with life It was adventure that he wanted to find He crossed the raging river so deep and wide
By Calvin London9 months ago in Poets
I don't know why it was weird to say I was proud. It's really not something our parents said a whole lot, or even out loud.
By Crystal McGraw9 months ago in Poets
Some people... judge us as what we are From just... what they see a little Some people... speak badly of us From just... what they hear
Have to wait for days for him to reply to your text. Sometimes when you are texting him... He has his phone in his hand and is texting someone else.
I’ve hidden myself — yet not really. I am an open book… but a closed door sometimes. Your open heart determines mine. But if you turn away,
By Aesthetic lover9 months ago in Poets
