Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
my mind, adhering with orange, sticky juice to my hard limits and i have run out of patience nobody likes to wake up but if you don't, life still waits
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRESENTS PORTALS TO OTHER WORLDS: THE NEXT ADVENTURE Time Travel via Jukebox Frequencies Live Theater with Ghost Cameos
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
No offense, but fuck the butterflies. And the monarchy while you’re at it. Poison wrapped in bejeweled beauty with sycophantic posers riding their coattails for survival. Keep your airbrushed wings for the magazine covers. Screw your prime time makeover. Drained of bad choices and wrapped in a mummy’s worth of plastic. We all remember how ugly you were on the inside, as ready to stab an enemy as a helping hand.
By Sean A.4 months ago in Poets
You may You may not Climb or fall Your choices creating a Ladder Of life You may climb Or not. Your choice, only Your own.
By Roderick Makim4 months ago in Poets
In the quiet corners of my room, Where shadows speak and silence blooms, I find a world untouched, unseen, A place where I can just… be.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Poets
So much potential! Isn’t that what they say? Every report card, every parent-teacher conference. The hesitation, the breath of fear,
By Meredith Harmon4 months ago in Poets
Widow Maker Brother’s Keeper Why do we? Fear the Reaper Deadly sound, Such as silence We must all, End the violence
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)4 months ago in Poets
Your hair is a fiery flame I tell stories of our past and wrap your hair around my hands I sit through the burn, the pain
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)4 months ago in Poets
The world tilts forward not sudden, but steady, like a glass filled too close to the rim, like a road narrowing under the weight of its own warning.
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
