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Self
Note: this came to me as I began to think about how I am perceived often in this society and how I often see myself. Just more ideas that will not settle.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
A Choice Between Bad and Bad
Abandoned bones littered the aerie. Bereft, exhausted, slumped in defeat, Cursing his luck, Garv, the prentice wizard, sniffled and blubbered.
By MatthewKusza2 years ago in Poets
Fontasia
Arial, darling, so utterly basic, the vanilla ice cream of fonts, so classic. Bodoni, you drama queen, strutting on Vogue as if you're the scene.
By Jay Kobayashi2 years ago in Poets
A Little ABC About Me
A little self-conscience, but I'm working it out Beautiful dreamer, dispersing my doubt Carefully conceited, when I let down my guard
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Thoughts on Vocal’s Increasingly Odd Challenges
Actually, I think we should ban these challenges. I mean, do you really think I want to spend my evenings finding ways to
By Abigail Penhallegon2 years ago in Poets
Repair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
VOCAL'S REMINDER
A countdown Begins, there are Chances to win. Do enter, it's Easy peasy as ABC's. Fourteen hours left, so Give it a go.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Orwellian Scenario. Top Story - February 2024.
A farmer Breeding goats and sheep for County fair in May Decided they will learn to speak before the Labor Day.
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Someone
One night online We sat alone in the chat Speaking of things; just this or that. It was that night our friendship bloomed, Like a flower that unfurls with the moon.
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets
I don't miss you anymore
Life looks so empty and alone without some people. But its so strange I don’t miss you, but her. I miss the tenderness of her hands when it touched mine, I miss the softness of her fingers when I kissed them. May be that’s why I don’t miss you, but her.
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets
Cult of the Peter
A day and time and place had come But a new era had just begun Cult of the Peter, they called it Destruction and death followed it
By Kwali Wadsworth2 years ago in Poets
The Black Phone
Haunted phone helps boy... "Everything's better on weed!" Ask David Chappelle! _ _ __ ___ _ _ __ _ __ ___ __ __ _ __ _ _ _ _
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets