I think I would be less insecure if I were married to a woman Because that would mean being with someone who was traumatized by men, too
By Faye Lock2 years ago in Poets
Emma wore a silk red cloak as she watched the battered body of her sultan husband, of Viking folk, burn atop the rippling currents.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
I Messed Up He looked into my eyes, And I gave him a smile. I messed up. I walked up to him, With stars in my eyes. I loved his style.
By Varnika Agarwal2 years ago in Poets
This man-like figure that stands before Me is a passage extension of the person I could be He foreshadows the future expectation of what I'm endowed to be Although He bleeds revenge and wasted with no remorse, he utters the pale likeless of his mind to the beloved as well as to the hearts of the unknown With battlescars enchanted on his skin He Carries a frame of justice for his younger self The only of way of living is survival A man-made war machine is what he has become A monster of his own self he has indulged in He reflects the camouflaged introspection triggered amongst people around him What he fears most is losing himself in the process of trying to save himself What others fear from him is retaining his older self in a form of a shadow? He is a shadow of my older self A version of myself driven to the edge of insanity.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
To love or to be in love. It's a great way to express your love. To love the person who is your soul mate. Or to be in love with your soul mate.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Misty-eyed, I stumbled upon you. To embrace your warmth, I drifted on breeze - touched sunbeam's edge - basked in the golden glow of you...danced
By Ravi D2 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow is a friend waiting near, With promises wrapped in hope and cheer. It whispers softly, “Let worries fade,
By Francis C Okoro2 years ago in Poets
you should have known how crazy I’d get when I found out you betrayed me I don’t care what happens now all of this for nothing
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of Paris, where dreams collide, The world unites, with passion as our guide. From the Seine's gentle flow to the Eiffel's glow,
Why does the serpent terrify you so much? Why do you imprint that ancient curse * conceived two thousand years ago,
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Why are you leaving again? You've already left me several times, What is it that I'm not giving to you? I gave you my whole heart,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
I said, life without you, would be fun But, like a garden, regret grows It haunts my heart, a lost dream A ghost, from days and nights
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
