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“The Brutal Truth Of Women’s Intuition”
There’s this voice in the back of my mind, It sings in all honesty without being fare, A motivator yet the words it spells isn’t always so kind.
By Kristen Bansfield -Pen Name K.R.Fields2 years ago in Poets
Nicotine
They say nicotine has a lasting pain supplement in it. Welcome to the world of addiction. Analgesic city, here we go. Codeine is a different item altogether. It is supposed to last, although, the pain part, until you are done with the cigarette. I have spent most of my adult life with the crutch of tobacco. It has a soothing anxiety element with it. It has treated me very well through my journeys in life. Always suffocating the void that I have created for myself. Never sensing to amaze me. Until the last cigarette puff is drawn through my lungs.
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Fading Flames: A Poetic Warning
You're losing my interest, can't you see? A dangerous game, this apathy. Once burning bright, our flame now wanes, Fading slowly, like distant refrains.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
Scars-2
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ankylosaurus
Covered in armor and spikes They cover me from head to toe However, if you can reach it There’s a soft spot below But good luck with that
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Villain
Always the villain Never the victim If it has happened to you I probably caused it Either through action or inaction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Phoenix Rising: Ode to Strong Women
In the tapestry of life, they stand bold and bright, Strong, independent women, beacons of light. In this world so cruel, they rise and they soar,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
Nostalgic Nibbles
In the kitchen's warm embrace, my childhood delight, A snack of memories, a taste so right. With eager hands, I'd reach and seek,
By Forspiya2 years ago in Poets
Sticky Fingers
Sticky, stringy, sour yet still sweet My favorite snack as a child Even in the world of adulthood still can’t be beat This yummy treat still has a way of producing a smile
By Mousiké2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Chocolate
Oh, chocolate sweet, divine delight, In cocoa’s embrace, my taste buds ignite. A symphony of flavors, rich and bold, In every bite, a story untold.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Hello, Good Friend!
A deer came slamming into my right front fender and I am here to rue the day… but not she. She flew back, legs broken,
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets