It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply I curse my own heart for caring even when I know better I've seen people's true colors; I've been disappointed and hurt by the same ones over and over again
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
My type, is what I see in front of me. Oh yes, absolutely; you are my type, and you always make me smile. My soulmate, companion, and lifesaver!
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
I sit alone at a table In a little cafe. Rain runs down the window panes Like little rivers running their course, Blurring the photograph of the
By Holly Nace2 years ago in Poets
Dear Dr. Wu, Imagine it was you we brought back. Imagine we'd fed your children's liquefied bones to a new race of beasts
By Dane BH2 years ago in Poets
At the hairdresser's, to the beat of Pimpology, A striptease on a stripper pole, Too Short's rhythm sets me free. Twerking at the Airbnb, Janet Jackson's "Moist" plays,
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
ivy scales creep from silent shrubbery he shows himself, proud with teeth gentle blades of keratin—sharp as ever balls of fur run in fear
By Josh E.2 years ago in Poets
Fucking fig trees They grow like weeds when you get around to planting them Finally I want every filthy piece of that one at the top
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
I built you out of stone And painted you with gold Creating the image of what I wanted you to be A man who would lead me
By Andrea N. Brown2 years ago in Poets
We don’t need any music, just the ocean waves, On the moonlit night, our bodies crave, Rhythms that only lovers can create,
When all the oceans we have crossed, And every shore our feet have lost, What lies beyond the waves so vast, In uncharted realms, our sails cast?
Beneath the surface, where the blue grows dark, Deep sea diving in the ocean's heart, With you by my side, we chart the course,
In the twilight's shadows, where echoes linger, Stands the Cretaceous Sentinel, fierce and untamed. With deep green scales kissed by hues of flame,
