Slip away from the sounds that man has made; for in the silence of the ear, the mind screams Instead, quiet the mind by filling the ears with the
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
The roads we take unfold, With every step we make, Twisting through the valleys, Up mountains, down by the lake. Each path holds its secrets,
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Here, there and everywhere, they unexpectedly pop up Clever suggestions born from curious, challenge driven minds Birthed from the imagination of a Vocal creator
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
Love in our hearts. Love is in everything you believe in. Don't just say you love. Live love to the fullest. Be happy with every moment of love.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Sliding between her legs, Innocents flees her body as she turns in, Laying still she runs from his whispers, Escaping to the blackest shadows in her mind,
By Maili Paulabout a year ago in Poets
God cannot look at me today. I have sinned, so I must offer a sacrifice to absolve myself. Then he will be able to look at me again.
By Ruza Aldinabout a year ago in Poets
Was there a point To all your pretty words? A peacock of compliments Heaped upon my head More like a torrent of hail
By Austin Jamesabout a year ago in Poets
We met at the olive wood, you and I, when you were sick and I was lonely. We found company there, you and I-- but not in each other.
Write yourself a story of how the wind blew fears away. Tell a tale, so gory of how flames lived on at the bay. * Sing an impossible song
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
She plays a card. Face up. Face down. It's all the same. I see nothing. Trying again, though I select one at random. Face up.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
My pillow beckons to me. I reply with a drawn out yawn, yet still refuse to let the temptress of sleep drag me down into the covers.
By Sloane Pearceabout a year ago in Poets
