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Rolling Off the Tongue
Often when I dream, I forget to live. Nothing makes sense. And yet, Somehow it does. Why do I feel more in control?
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
Coimbresque. Top Story - September 2024.
"And in the blonde wave of weightless light Gilding my path Went her hair pile" (Porfirio Barba-Jacob, The lady of burning hair)
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
A Not So Distant Past
Before, always nostalgic but the times are not all that different I'm not satisfied I am not satisfied with the progress
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Acceptance
She was ten years old. No... Not even ten years old. She was younger. A child. A young, innocent little child already forced to fight a trauma no young girl should ever have to fight.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Poets
Dreaming of You
I lie still in bed Watching the speeding lights from cars as they pass by The shadows dance around the room The only sound to be heard, the steady beat of my heart
By Mercedes Chavezabout a year ago in Poets
Unblind
How would you describe red to the blind eyes that has nothing to remind What would you find equal enough to describe is it the sound of danger
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Phoenix Form
If the flame in my eyes is too bright for you Or the way my skin ripples with strength If I am the storm that frightens and terrifies
By Austin Jamesabout a year ago in Poets
Fresh Pajamas and Sheets
Gentle on my skin, soft and warm A soothing reminder of peace, Of sleep, of all that dreams hold A sacred moment, a favorite time
By Austin Jamesabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the Cold: Septembers Farewell
The last leaves fell of my tree today. They dance, frolic, and rustle about, while glaring at me mockingly. In the background Green Day plays, Wake Me Up When September Ends. A fitting soundtrack to this moment of dread.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Procrastination
Procrastination Is a big distraction It's very little action Barely any reaction A lack of dedication Perhaps some reservation
By Sarah Loydabout a year ago in Poets
Hollow Reverberations
Thud!! The familiar dissonant harmony Reverberates through my ears, Followed by more abhorrent and unpleasant echoes— Echoes of deafening silence…
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Fire; friend or foe?
I burn and I cry Tears stream as the world catches fire I didn’t mean to do it, it’s all undefined I wish the world was more kind
By Vanshikha Trivediabout a year ago in Poets