Can you tell who is real? Only the creators know. Who are they? Only the creators know. Can you tell who is not real? Only the creators know.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
How many different ways can I describe this blood on the floor? How many different pictures can I paint of you with your back turned? How many solutions can I hold in my palms and how many times can I watch them slip through my fingers?
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
I’m trapped, I’m stuck here in this hell Your beliefs created this victim veil I refuse to believe that can be true You are entitled to your point of view
Tucker Carlson and Sean Hannity MTG and Donald J Trump An invocation for our times No need to call on Bloody Marys and Candymen
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
It’s been eating me alive. I can’t seem to make this feeling go away. There’s a permanent knot in the pit of my stomach. It follows me wherever I go.
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
In a world brimming with torment and conflict, One quality stands apart over the rest, Sympathy, a guide of light in the dimness,
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
In the huge breadth of imagination, I track down comfort and serenity, An existence where my brain is allowed to wander, What's more, my creative mind knows no restrictions.
In the profundities of hopelessness, I won't ever break down For I'm solid, versatile, unshakeable in my purpose Through the tempests of life, I stand tall and enduring
In the peaceful minutes, the delicate murmurs of perhaps wait, Whirling around to me, a delicate vulnerability, A chance ready to be investigated, a way yet to be taken.
In the quietness of the evening My mind floats back in time To recollections of days gone by The chuckling, the tears, the delights, the torments
Everyone marvels at your beauty and grandeur How you span the gap with such grace They wonder at your strength That is
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I am captivated by your eyes. Your skin is extremely soft, like a sponge. I can feel your breath on my neck. The emotion alters my entire mood.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
