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My complicated relationship with time
You’re corrupting my impatience with the concept of time, All I’ve ever wanted was for time to hurry up, so I could move on and catch-up with the life that is taunting me, just outside of reach
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
Spin Me Round Slowly
spin me round slowly, as the sun goes down, kiss me ever so gently, beneath the light of the full moon, sing to me ever so softly,
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
Strange Wanderers
Two lost souls Having lost all control Tugging on one another Tethered together by wonder Loss Betrayal Of the heart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Struggle or Peace?
As the dark dungeons await By the light, carrying a bait Coveted for a hidden treasure Dreamers make their measure Earnest for the flowers that bloom
By Oscar2 years ago in Poets
There is a world in which I didn't waste my time
They put their knives in the dishwasher. Their pots and pans, too, but the knives were the biggest offender. It pained me to see them pull once-sharp blades from the dishwasher and toss them carelessly in a drawer.
By Cheshire2 years ago in Poets
what i want
I want your arms wrapped around me as we waste the day away. Tangled up in silk bedsheets, in each other, with the sunlight saying hello through the blinds that dance in the wind. I want your hands on my hair, twirling it gently, your fingers dancing down my back, spelling out soft “i love you”s. Your eyes, big and brown, glimmering, as they always do, staring straight into mine, speaking with no words at all.
By daphne gray2 years ago in Poets
Candy Hearts
Holding a bag of candy hearts in her hand, She spread love like wildfire. Leaving a sweet message for everyone she came across.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
In Your Absence
At least, Before I Can see you again, I Do not Expect our Fire to maintain its light. I Go into the High peaks for warmth, peer my face
By Sone Kramer2 years ago in Poets
Fontasia
Arial, darling, so utterly basic, the vanilla ice cream of fonts, so classic. Bodoni, you drama queen, strutting on Vogue as if you're the scene.
By Jay Kobayashi2 years ago in Poets
Repair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I don't miss you anymore
Life looks so empty and alone without some people. But its so strange I don’t miss you, but her. I miss the tenderness of her hands when it touched mine, I miss the softness of her fingers when I kissed them. May be that’s why I don’t miss you, but her.
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets
Armor
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets