Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
Back aching eyes drooping, neck hurts, I think I'm stooping. Busy working, barely making a living, has free time, back to sleeping.
By Just Danielabout a year ago in Poets
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
It all got heavy when I agreed to change for you when I lost myself in you — Caring so deeply about what you thought
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
...a little girl should not be sent to visit her grandmother in the woods. ...a princess in a tall castle should always grow her hair out.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
smile laugh nod swallow cry make them believe it make them see only what i portray make them happy make them comfortable
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
In the mirror of water, I see my own face, A journey of seasons, a dance through time and space. With scars and with smiles, each mark tells a tale,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
The Logos use their music to whisper in my ear But at night I feel the intense power of the seer Burning my soul from the outside, a jinn
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
