The fractured light of the candle conceals my excitement I hold the ace close to my chest In pure amazement, the crow feather I found, on the ground, is lucky
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Shit I can’t sleep Late at night and I’m awake in bed Every night I count stupid little sheep Now I can’t get thee sound “bah” or “meh”, out of my head
By Donna Nelsonabout a year ago in Poets
Sterile surfaces. Bright burning lights. Shiny tools scattered about. The sounds of drills and screams coming from the room next door.
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
A treasure long lost only legends remain of the Vocal Awards ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
Sanctuary with straps. Innerverse leaks oozes from beyond the four humors. Late or too early. Ether that poisons with kindness between two American Dad episodes.
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
Be proud of what you've done. No one needs to be proud for you. The Proud Store is free and unlimited, Don't make other's shop for you.
By T. Lichtabout a year ago in Poets
If both sides claim you, you are probably doing something wrong. If both sides critique you, you are probably doing something right.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
I'm lazy because my thoughts are going crazy And my brain is way cooler than yours So you can't relate The stories my brain creates are so amazing
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Shhhhh. Be very, very quiet. I know you’re sleeping, but lo and behold, it’s 3 a.m. and I am an energetic and enigmatic ball of fur and magic toe beans.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
