I fly from cinci to LA Chasing the sun across the sky I tell my brain to shut off But it’s soaring too high Press my face to the window
By Emily McGuff2 years ago in Poets
Coffee pouring IV to my burnt veins The wider I sprawl my eyelids The harder they close against the world Mascara streaking
You think I'm the monster under your bed guess I'm living rent free in your head I think it's so funny you think I'm mean
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
I find myself on the same road that I left behind, I thought I left behind is it a circle, the circle of life we must die to be reborn
By The Madman2 years ago in Poets
Carved open, weeping when she had to walk to recover To child-bear is to be a martyr As I slept soundly in another ward
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Youth. A time in our lives that is as dazzling as it is fleeting. “Time will always flow. Everything will pass by. That might be why youth is beautiful. It shines, blindingly bright, for just an instant. But you can never go back to it.”
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
Sticks and stones don't break bones but words can break a soul ... ask me how I know. You said you were a good man said you always do what you can
Under the twilight's soft embrace, Beautiful voices descend from space. Heaven's chorus, pure and clear, Whispering secrets for all to hear.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
In the gray mist of morning, their voices rise, Sad children sing for joy, beneath somber skies. Their melodies weave through the air so thin,
I did what I told to do. I never did what I want to do. Never done things, Things I wished when I was just a child.
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
She always liked the boys in school, who never loved her but looked so cool, but that's old news... or is it? She always talked and drank too much
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
