Sometimes I wish I was Barbie With a light dimple between my legs So I would never have to feel the center of my anger building
By Ariana GonBon8 months ago in Poets
I speak the most, internally, when furious or downcast I mumble and murmur savagely, resentments, underneath my breath Declarations of power or demise, running like desperate want ads
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Some people are destined to be passers-by in our lives. Often, we feel helpless about certain things. Don't wait for someone you shouldn't, and don't hurt a heart you shouldn't.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
Sometimes, I'm still in the hospice bed of my mother, My hand encircled hers. as if I could hold her back. I played with her hair, sluggish from illness, and attempted to recall what her previous scent was.
By AlaTrend8 months ago in Poets
I wished you'd Steeled your heart, like I have mine, taken them all and moved back to Memphis before it was too late, yet I'd not be the poet here.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)8 months ago in Poets
With his chest ripped open, he walks His heart fully visible Beating erratically He walks, With a slit down his forehead
By CotardDelusionz8 months ago in Poets
Panick Attack Panic hits like a ten-ton blow stomach twists, hands go cold you’re sure it’s the end. Then phone the docs, crying,
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Speaking in tongues when it came to speaking my truth, lacked any coherent translation. Each word, fumbled and flushed away
By Lamar Wiggins8 months ago in Poets
It looked so perfect on the showroom floor, smoothed grain, clean lines, the perfect shade of country green under the bright lights of display,
By Ellie Hoovs8 months ago in Poets
I've hidden myself away safely, for years I've learned sharing only tears the stitches out those thoughts fueled by the memory of hurt and fear
If only every shutter flash Left sooty remnants on my skin Streaks of hot ash Highlighting every trace of sin Scarred lashes gouged deep in
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
Shame, embarrassment, Disgusting, Guilt, Is it my fault? Can you hear me? Can you see my tears? Lonely is the world I walk,
By Carol Ann Townend8 months ago in Poets
