Your proximity is unreal, You chose addiction over our family, we matter less - i dare you to leave instead of rehab
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Poets
In a house of dreams where love’s the glue, We embarked on a project, just us two. With a hammer in hand and a hopeful heart,
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
She is me and I am her. Maybe for a night, I can be her and she can be me. She is fearless. Me? I am just careless. She sees the pain.
By Opal2 years ago in Poets
right in the middle of my ordinary chaos came out to play it’s freedom was wild and extraordinary prophetic, profound and gay
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
It's traditional on summer days for a certain six-word phrase to dash our hopes of outdoor leisure: "Here's Helen Willetts with the weather."
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to lie; my last relationship taught me A LOT (mostly about myself) but it also left me broken. I don’t think I have the capacity to trust, as I once had.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
Capsicum would be milder than rage, Capsules of broken glass, depraved Contorted, our hearts have blown, Collided egos scratched,
Money is not real; its bookkeeping at banks. Money is created by the fed and the banks We think money is real, but its an illusion
By Dakota2 years ago in Poets
In the woods, where shadows blend, The question lingers: Which to defend— A man or bear, both fierce and wild, Both threat to a woman, man and child?
By Stephanie Wright2 years ago in Poets
I said I can't all my life, Now I say I can! I will tell you how I did it so, As long as you leave out the spam! Everyone said I was "Full of beans,"
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
In the moonlit glow of our cozy room, Where dreams and feathers softly bloom, A gentle whisper breaks the night, “Are you ready for a pillow fight?”
I can't trust what I see and I doubt what I am told My naive curiosities have left me feeling cold Like a mouse caught in a trap
