I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Opened a closed door Thinking time had healed those wounds To find I was wrong
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I ask, “What am I?” You say, “the image of Me with your own essence.” +++ I ask, “Who am I?” You say, “ the one that I’ve loved
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
Golden hues fade. As the sun slowly descends. Outlining the silhouette of trees. Showing the beauty. That lies in farewell.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
She stares at the sea As it fades from brilliant blue To a quiet gray.
Early morning run Ate pavement, busted my knee Guess runnin’ ain’t free
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
There’s a name for it. Knowing what I know without Knowing how I know. +++ I think, “ so why me? Why do You tell me these things?
Weekends were made for sex, coffee, eggs and bacon and you. Mostly you.
By Elle Marieabout a year ago in Poets
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
Ripped out my insides Looking down at what I’ve done Chit’lings anyone?
