Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert7 days ago in Poets
I’ve been accused, confess it’s true: I like being in hot water, surrounded by my rocks, gods, goddesses, incense, glowing orbs, tiaras, crystal balls, and healing bowls.
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
Focus on my thoughts You can’t hear my inside voice We fail to connect
By Jesse Lee8 days ago in Poets
You think I’m hurting you But I’m destroying myself There is no health or wealth where I am Was it all a sham I asked you that way
By Atomic Historian8 days ago in Poets
It was the best time then No one now would know Only those that were there Now it is strange how they stare Seems like these days nobody could care
By Christopher Beard8 days ago in Poets
They thought it was about them No one was listening The words were calling but nobody was there The sounds were shouting but couldn't be heard
Never enough I'm never satisfied I could stop But I don't want to Rich, sweet, sour Carmalized, golden-brown
By Katarzyna Crevan8 days ago in Poets
Remember when the trees started singing, and the stars danced, and we became the sky? The Milky Way sparkled through my hair, comet light and stardust clinging to your fingers, getting under your nails when you kissed me.
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
I have woken up, and peed on a grass before! That might not seem sanitary, but I am human - and also peeing is natural! I have woken up, thinking that the bathroom is outside, and I have never wanted to live inside with any person!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"9 days ago in Poets
Morning, before the sun’s break Heater’s rumbling like thunder when I arise Dry and bleary-eyed ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎‧*❆₊⋆ I trudge through the laundry crowded hall
By K.B. Silver 9 days ago in Poets
maybe I am as bad as they say, a wicked temptress, too carnal, full of dark desire not afraid to put my mouth wherever I want, let any words I choose
Attention, the friends I love. Freedom comes from above. It is not free. It comes with gifts and sacrifice. It is not wrapped in ribbon.
By Darla M Seely9 days ago in Poets
