We all want what we want now. Nobody wants to wait. We all hate long lines and long waits. We want it so fast we're okay eating without a plate.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
It's really funny what people see I didn't think fellas looked at me.. Pleasantly plump built for comfort - not speed Today, I tell you, I was shocked indeed..
By Sarah Fiander Harrison2 years ago in Poets
Before everything there must've been a beginning. *** When dark and bright separated, land rose from the endless ocean,
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
When I was young, I feared you most; More than lava, more than ghosts. More than vampires on the stairs Who'd try to grab you unawares:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
His brains bound by the amber sap Of base misogyny Misplaced in perpetuity In swamps of self-disgust * The Incelosaurus, a beast
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
i'm afraid i'm made of tissue paper pull me gently and i'll t e a r my bones are shaky skeleton hysterics; jumpy slide out of my skin
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
“Football is a space, a mindset, a type of freedom. My heart races as I watch the ball go between and through legs. Under and over the ball goes.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye2 years ago in Poets
THE UNICORN The leader’s crown ******************************* The creatures of the universe Came from near and far.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
All the world was utterly surprised when Sir Richard Owen discovered us, A paleontologist discovering but living beings?
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Poets
Once there were so many unique creatures, on this planet, from over million to billion years ago— there were like the animals that we saw today— they came from many generations of these species-
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
Watch me pour out dry Delivering these endless Relentless dull lines A small haiku as a testimony for how writing can be dull sometimes, or our creative gears dry and unoiled.
Sweetheart those russet orbs Settling inside your eyes, Those aren't boring as you say. Glint resembles the fireflies Tea, honey and sweet lies. Anxious to capture it's prey.
By Sumayya Sharmin 2 years ago in Poets
