Tenors, baritones, basses, sopranos— hands and stomachs altogether, whole. Grab-dominating in harmony, support! Residentials fine and sound.
By K.A. Smith6 months ago in Poets
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
She follows me In the darkness Between tree branches As I drive along Glancing up Every moment To find her still Close behind me
By Michaela Taylor6 months ago in Poets
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
Change. The unwanted epiphany. The glossing over past choices of what could I and what I didn’t I? It is the breaking of the soul.
Only narcissists get upset When called out on their trash I’m out here chasing my dreams And they selling me nightmares
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
In the blueprint sky, drafting winds— construction flies. Hats are hard to catch and safety... for eyes. A vest arrives: swearing...
Instrumental googling— today's plan set... for what's new, fullingly. Early this morning: an egg stuffin', two multigrain wheat breads, ... toughened.
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
