Passionate words land on empty surfaces. We hold on to what’s left— but why, if the other side offers nothing? Helplessness
By Marcus Hill7 months ago in Poets
The only thing in the world that cannot be copied is time. The only thing that cannot be repeated is life. And the only thing that comes without effort is age.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
I spent a lifetime waiting For mine to finally begin Wasting away Blowing off grain by grain In the wind I was atrophied in the position I began
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Like a curtain The dimness slowly falls over my vision My eyelids begin to feel so heavy I pretend nothing is happening
By CotardDelusionz7 months ago in Poets
I miss him still Even though he left me waiting, more times than I can count on line, became his battle ground The hurtful words like punches.
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Before the sun ascends Through dawn's first clouds. Hold on to the now pastel sky- Of a late November morning. Let the waking world below
By Eric Pon7 months ago in Poets
Repetitive incoherent conflictions Excessive impairment recollections Aggressive announcements and disaffection Victim to my minds lies
Within the walls of a heart that has already withdrawn, hidden within a vessel that is withering away, is a wish for a wishing well, to wish to bring an end to time itself‐
By Josh Morgan7 months ago in Poets
Half the laundry is still warm. I fold it anyway, creased in the quiet way my mother never taught me. The dryer hums behind me—
By Oula M.J. Michaels7 months ago in Poets
The world is dark and bloody Scarcity for money Wanting is deaf Stealing is death Working is blind Dead to self … People fight for money
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
"Take care of all of your memories, said Nick For you cannot relive them" - Bob Dylan ~ Scarlet skies fill my eyes with wonder, hope, and absolute horror
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
The Menopause I wake in sweat, not from a dream, just fire beneath my skin my bones have learned to moan at night my nerves are wearing thin
