The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
I remember when violin was my entire being. Morning, noon, and night. Years of my life consumed by this object that would somehow provide a new future for me.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Eros was his name Chameleon by nature; oft Lulled by his own charm Immaculate in his Perfection and the light of his essence
By Jas'Monique2 years ago in Poets
Writing is my addiction. I don’t see it as an affliction even though it continues in repetition. I have to write everyday. Life holds no real sense of glory unless I’m in my writing closet crafting a story.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
