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September-2
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
September
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Philosophical Musings: A Journey Of the Mind, A Vessel Of Paradoxes
If Buddha said “The mind is everything, what you think you become.”, and René Descartes said “I think, therefore I am”, but Socrates said “The only true wisdom is knowing you know nothing.” then is my mind but an empty vessel.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Lost & Found
How do I so frequently fall‐ into the very feeling that makes me wish away them all? Why do I so constantly find‐ my heart here?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Mental Gymnastics
Every thought, isn't just questioned, They're debated‐ Every feeling, not just fought but, Wrestled‐ Every motive, judged
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-3
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-2
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Reflection of Everything. AI-Generated.
In the mirror of existence, where thoughts entwine, The vastness of being stretches, both yours and mine. From the smallest of moments, to the grandest of schemes, Everything pulses, a dance of dreams.
By Muraliabout a year ago in Poets
Dangerous Wishes II
To tango with temptation, is to dance with death, but still, the music plays‐ The tenacious, hidden inner self that chases such inclinations, doesn't know it's taking my breath, but
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Dangerous Wishes
my eyes, i cannot follow unaware of the trouble they cause, they follow my heart unaware of what consequences will fall‐
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
9/16/24
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets