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Sticks & Stones
Sticks and stones don't break bones but words can break a soul ... ask me how I know. You said you were a good man said you always do what you can
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Why Would Anyone Want To Smell Like A Skunk
In other words, why does cannabis smell so much like skunk spray? It turns out, the stinky culprits in both substances belong to a family of prenylated volatile sulfur compounds (VSCs), a subset of volatile organic compounds (VOCs), according to a 2021 study published in the journal ACS Omega.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
"Time"
image caught in time, anchored in the storm; its kin the third, its soul in legend; the past observed beyond its veil;
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man2 years ago in Poets
Love, It Still Fits
Although my body has changed (there are a few more stretch marks decorating my skin now) it still fits, a snug and nostalgic comfort. The butterflies that have
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
I No Longer Fall for Love
I no longer fall for chiseled jaws and crystal blue eyes and perfect hairlines I no longer fall for love I fall for things
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
Le Morte d'Columbia
Drums Drums Drums In the deep Bellowed through Moria Sounding defeat... The bells The bells
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Life vs Death
I am birth, I am breath, I am life.. I am death, I am darkness, without me there is no light. I am purpose, I am meaning, i am greatness!
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Colorful Memories
I close my eyes and I remember the blue mornings, the season's fog blanketing the city. Heater up, windows down, something felt so surreal about freezing and thawing simultaneously—controlled chaos. Headlights like drops of paint in the gray atmosphere, a song on repeat, the worries of my destination eons away.
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
Summer's Labyrinth
Cerulean whispers from the summer skies sing me a lullaby, I tuck myself in, Miss the sunrise in the morning,
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
rain
In the gentle rain softly falling The scenery whispers among the clouds Sparkling drops fall incessantly
By nhuphan2 years ago in Poets
Mamma?
Mamma? Yes? ~*needed*~ Will you sit next to me? Yes. ~*I wish I could forever*~ Mamma? Yes? ~*smiling inside~* I like it when you do that while we watch a movie.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Longing for Home
It's been a long time, Since I left my home. I wanna go back there; Before this lifetime ends. . The streets of the countryside,
By Apurba Deb2 years ago in Poets