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to the readers
i apologize for not avidly reading or commenting on your works lately. i've been saving my lists and checking them twice, coaxing the motivation back into my life–
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
The Reflection of Everything. AI-Generated.
In the mirror of existence, where thoughts entwine, The vastness of being stretches, both yours and mine. From the smallest of moments, to the grandest of schemes, Everything pulses, a dance of dreams.
By Muraliabout a year ago in Poets
Tito Jack and Son
There’s Tito, belting out tunes like his life depends on it. Every note’s a little too high, but he’s giving it everything he’s got—
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
9/16/24
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
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Snell’s Law
..A piece of pure crystal bursting is my love Laugh-splattering the walls , one thousand splintered rainbows dancing down the halls…
By Anna Cunninghamabout a year ago in Poets
I am a warrior
"Here’s to the girl who shattered the chains, The girl who fought like her life was the prize and it was. My life, a battlefield of unspoken wars,
By Noreenabout a year ago in Poets
The Moral of the Story
...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
Flash Flood Under There
Oh no. What is happening? One minute I’m fine, just standing here, minding my own business, and the next— whoosh—a sudden flash flood…
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers In Winter
In silence of a breathless night Where snowflakes blow in moonlit flight In blanketed land, world abound Winter wraps its arms around.
By Deasun T. Smythabout a year ago in Poets
Anemology
My chosen word: Anemology - the study of winds I love wind. Windy days, I think, make you remember more than anything that there are things on this planet over which you have no control - and I love that. Wind is passionate; it's a driver. That feeling of it pummelling you on a really windy day just cannot be beaten.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Mask of Masks
I wear a mask made of masks Because we create the vision of who we want to be When I’m with you I’m the me you see Who am I?
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Rolling Off the Tongue
Often when I dream, I forget to live. Nothing makes sense. And yet, Somehow it does. Why do I feel more in control?
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets