i don't quite understand, how so often i stand in disgust, i can't quietly stand in front of the mirror and trust- how many times have i stood here in front of the glass,
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Abstract thoughts and swaying motions Narrow minds and Numbing deeds Images and magic potions Vying for varied parts of me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I need to get this off my chest. Am I your choice or just an option? Should I tell what you want to hear or the truth without distortion?
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
When I look at you now, It causes grief in my heart. I have a hunch you're not fine. I can see that your life has altered.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
In a world of shadows, where hearts might hide, A simple gesture turns the tide. No grand display, no ornate guile, Just the gentle power of a smile.
By Pavitradevi 2 years ago in Poets
Think it in all colors consistency and water transparency think about all the minds and their heaviness as something light and very pure less
By Darkos2 years ago in Poets
In the flux of life, we navigate, Situations unfold, intricate and great. A dance of choices, paths untold, Moments of warmth, or winters cold.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
You are rude and never do as you are told. ——————————-I’m innocent, I’m eight years old. Look at you running barefoot. Oh, how bold!
By Chelas Montanye2 years ago in Poets
I've gone on and on about all the stories of the humans that make up my life. Those that have touched me. People that have left open wounds.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
That thing that I seek, It lies in the deep, entrenched in the darkest of space. Sharp claws digging down, In stillness of sound, capitulating to one not so weak.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Poets
Not again! Not again! You will not torment me. Once again, baby girl, you misunderstand me. Let me be. Let me breathe. Go torment another!
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
Please don't... Please don't give up, don't give yourself to the shadows, swim and swim to the surface. At the surface where you can breathe again,
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
