Waves of melancholy wash over me like stormy seas. I beg for sunlight on the horizon. One tiny ray of light to warm the icy cold of sorrow.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets
In the early hours, before the dawn, They rise with weary eyes, yet carry on. Through silent halls where shadows creep, They heal the broken, the promises they keep.
By Gokul Nathabout a year ago in Poets
I fought desire in the field formed of horizons. Where there is no past to base from. Where only strength can win a war, And past battles have gone numb.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
*Extreme trigger warning, animal murder. Do not read further if that bothers you.* You had green feathers and you were so small.
By Rabbitabout a year ago in Poets
I feel no air rushing through my rotten lungs Nor blood through my collapsed veins I am but a corpse wandering through this life.
By Faye Lockabout a year ago in Poets
Silence! Silence! Silence! I'm so addicted to silence. But why can't I silence this annoying conversation inside my head, Which make me so damn frustrated.
By SD Siloneabout a year ago in Poets
sometimes i think of me, in the possibility that i might've been appointed to agony‐ forced to face the music these tales of torment make
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
The hours pass tick tock tick tock reminding me -no- taunting me, that time is fleeting, fickle,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
You think you’re on the top of the world, but you’re really at the edge of a cliff. You say you’re a god & nothing can ground you.
I know when I’m stressed because my face starts getting numb. I know when I’m stressed because I want to run. Away… I know when I’m stressed because I don’t have any energy to answer the phone.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Pieces and pieces of ecstasy is a drug, oxytocin surging through the veins, only brought on by the pleasure of sins. Looking for any new fix that can bring on the same zing,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
like hot oil splashing from the pan, I flinch away from your touch. Have you ever met a love that burns? I know now that my
By Trinity Habout a year ago in Poets
