hand-me down-genetics twirled together and combined to make me. his addiction to anything and everything to feel the sweet sensation of euphoria. her addiction to fixing what is broken repeatedly to feel the sweet sensation of accomplishment.
By Sadieabout a year ago in Poets
In the silent stength f dawn's first light, Where shadows yield to morning's grace, A father's love stands firm and bright, A beacon in the time and space.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
I wrote the lyrics, chose the music from Suno.com, chose the instruments and music style and format. Art and photo by Vicki Lawana Trusselli
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
the sweetest voice pitter patter feet big, kind eyes "up, mama..please!" the greatest love I've yet to meet
By Paranneting/Anne Reboaabout a year ago in Poets
I felt so blessed, so free and clear, When Dad lifted me, the world was near. Everything seemed small and within reach,
By Ameer Bibiabout a year ago in Poets
Silvery head bowed down low I held her hand and she smiled Listening intently but hard of hearing Energy reminiscent and diminished
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Simply speaking shackled are the voices of those who dream of freedom If there were an iota of blame to place it would be in insolence inciting
By Dan-O Vizziniabout a year ago in Poets
A heart filled with love took a leap, Into dreams where the soul could not sleep. With passion so bright, It soared through the night,
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
In the journey of life, we unfold, Seeking love that’s worth more than gold. Our souls intertwined, In hearts we will find,
So sudden was the darkness, when the child could hear no sound. Upon the fathers lap, lays a mother’s hand in doubt. Reading over the babies shoulder the hearing aid fell out.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Soft shadows flit 'neath moon's pale ghostly glow, Incestuous rendezvous, with heads bowed low, Lust’s softest moan, forbidden flesh they take,
By Paul Mansfieldabout a year ago in Poets
"If they don't appreciate what you bring to the table, let them eat alone. Don’t let yourself be a slave to loyalty," she whispered to herself, the words heavy with realization.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
