Humano is a marioneta of its cerebro. The cerebro loves placer. The quest for placer often leads to culpa and vergüenza.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Sometimes I dream in words They scroll across my mind I read novels in my sleep When I wake, the words are gone Vague memories that I was prolific
By Callie Householder7 months ago in Poets
-was it Tuesday? Or maybe the ghost of it- Either way, I was halfway across the asphalt When your name hit the back of my teeth
By The Omnichromiter7 months ago in Poets
He keeps to himself. Only seeking reflection. Solidarity is a reward of protection. Guess there’s no harm in being your one and only selection.
By Joe Patterson7 months ago in Poets
The man has a top job, no dearth of salary, responsibilities largely over, all kids settled abroad in well-placed lives.
I heard that lonesome mountain. I felt that cold wind blow. Floating to the river's rhythm Was the cradle of my home. Love followed, and one day
I seek to understand Tenuous reality at hand Break open my skull and lick Gray matter Blood splatter Like a toxic toad trip
By Amos Glade7 months ago in Poets
“Let Me Entertain You” "I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be. You're my rock of empathy, My Dear."
By Chris Z7 months ago in Poets
Grief is the price you pay for the loss of those you love but this loss is too heavy on my heart I cannot fathom how my heart can carry all this pain and still beat
By Lauren Barton7 months ago in Poets
Where did you go? This morning, you were you, This afternoon it feels like I'm talking to someone else, Shouting, Screaming,
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets
You tell me I’m too sensitive. That I overreact. That I take things “the wrong way.” But somehow, when you explode,
By Shai Anderson7 months ago in Poets
