i love you, very much. and i know i have not been effective at my demonstration; to show you that, amidst my digestion.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The sparkling snow lingers in the air like fairy lights did over Oxford Street. Hot tea warms the American chill in my bones,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I am but candlelight. How long will I burn? How softly is my flame? How bright am I? Does the metal of me melt evenly?
*This piece was originally written for a poetry class I took as an undergraduate. It was fun to revisit it and put it through some edits.*
By Hannah E. Aaronabout a year ago in Poets
F - For fuck’s sake, I feel let down by life’s twists and turns. R - Royally irritated, my patience wears thin. U - Under the circumstances, I feel majorly disappointed.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Lie on a couch pour it all out one, two, many feelings. they give you a pill say ‘you can choose to chill, or maybe you just need Jesus’.
Wow, $280,000 is a lot of money With that, you could buy a lot of honey There’s so much one person would be able to buy From a brand-new BMW to a yummy Dutch apple pie
silver beams translucent illuminates quiescent snow twinkling like stars
Count down to zero champagne bubbles dance on lips Toast, Kiss, Sing, Begin
One dark winter night the frost fae joyfully dance dawn shows their icy steps
There is a broken picture on the floor, The one I tried to tape back together while one hand was tied behind my back.
Her hair is infinite strands of gold reminding me, this is Heaven I hold, I have died, in part, woe ridden only that I cannot freeze time,
