First Draft

Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
my biggest critic
no one would tell you that i am unkind. but i can be so mean. when the storm clouds overtake the depths of my mind. when i'm alone in my room.
By sandy!2 years ago in Poets
CRY IN CORRUPTION
In the shadow of injustice, they stand tall, The minority, the oppressed, despite it all. Against the backdrop of fear and brutality,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
The magic and beauty of spring. Content Warning.
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
Juicy Red
An almost forbidden fruit I would sneak a peak into the kitchen just for a glimpse of crimson shade These were reserved for dinner meals and lunch omelets
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The End
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By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Moorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen The scars that are inflicted deep within the soul often run deeper than the ones that are visible to the naked eye. Pain in its amorous embrace sets its fangs deeper into the crevices of the acts and syllables recorded in its intangible zest. Our heart knows moments that it tries its best to bury inside the depths of its brevity. There is both beauty and severance in the transitory moments of life. It has the most radiant days and the most desperate of nights. There are moments of light and joy and then there are moments of darkness, of hours of plight that behold and bemoan on us for being pure.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Deeply Rooted
Like the giant sequoia, strong and grand- my fear of failing is deeply rooted in the soil of who I am. Like the giant sequoia,
By Amber Van Wort2 years ago in Poets
Music Notes
The way the lines collide into a story The way the waves of sound move up and down Sliding between notes to tell the story that the artist is feeling that moment
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets