Where Cobblestone streets, the overhead tram, and brick buildings meet. The early morning air permeated with the cafes' and bakeries' treats.
By Meko James about a year ago in Poets
The darkness of night becomes illuminated by the Jack O’ Lanterns grin. There is a familiar chill in the air that dances on your skin,
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
