Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I woke up late, the alarm didn’t sing, Stumbled through life on a tangled string. Socks didn’t match, but who really cares?
By Duncan Lewisabout a year ago in Poets
Your kiss on my lips, Your hand in my own, When our eyes meet my stomach flips, More than I have ever shown, Dancing toward your destination,
By Hazel Steeleabout a year ago in Poets
With smiles we wait, For our love to come find us, Love never ending.
Our hearts burst inside, Spreading heat through our bodies, Kiss me one last time.
Your sweet baby blues, Remind me of your future, Please don't forget me.
You drag me down with your addiction, Nothing more meaningful to you, Than your favorite affliction, That blinds the eyes of the man I knew,
we’ve cried writhed seethed and tried to hide behind masks and blankets alike from the new demons that leer meticulously deconstructing our spirit through jeer
By purging purgatoryabout a year ago in Poets
I woke up this morning to a familiar face. One that had gone to some forgotten place. I groaned and rolled over with shut eyes.
By Lane Burnsabout a year ago in Poets
In the fall, It is time for Virginia Tech Football, Here in Blacksburg, Virginia, We hope the Hokies win, Time and time again,
By April Denise Stuartabout a year ago in Poets
They both grew together The small girl and her bird To say that they were tethered I know may sound a bit absurd But the connection that they shared
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Off the tip of my fingers And the tip of my tongue The tingling lingers As the screams fill my lungs They say that life is a game
