My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I’ve planned for plenty of things as I’ve gone through my life Parties need guest lists, food, and activities Classes and tests have to be studied for
By E. C. Mira2 years ago in Poets
In the hum of machines, his secrets swirl, lost in the suds of innocence, drowning in the final rinse. Each spin a symphony of sin, echoes of footsteps muffled by the rhythmic churn, as he wrestles with stains unseen.
By Lisa Frederick2 years ago in Poets
Memories are just like the neglected stacks of sticky notes. Memories are not forgotten. They just missed the opportunity to be remembered.
By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets
waking up in an empty space with empty stomachs Hunger presents a challenge. We can't recall the day we ate a proper meal
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Departed from the moon, knowing that I won't see it again, for sometime. One day so suddenly, a lamp came across, my sight.
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
When I’m with you, I’m in my comfort shell. The crab is at home. This world makes more sense than the chaos without.
By Victor Eaves2 years ago in Poets
I see you through the Window pain, I feel your pane Of heartbroken glass I’ll do what I can Praying that I’m enough to
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
us Just us. together Me and him. talking But I am not sure. Do I agree? He loves me. Yes, I understand. But I am not sure if I do.
When love drives you mad,. You end up doing inexplicable things. You feel overwhelmed. You live in your own world. Thinking about your new partner.
In shadows deep, where whispers hide, I stand, Alone, the rushing tide beneath the moon. Beneath its mournful gaze, a silent witness
