I regret not fighting hard enough for her, she died young, and I kept getting older, now I live in the memory of her. We carved a blood oath, childish but sure,
By angela mckendrickabout a month ago in Poets
I have known nothing but this Its' projections manipulate my vision A companion that lives to reminisce - It is a perpetual deafening, convulsing hiss
By Jada Fergusonabout a month ago in Poets
You're ugly, stunted, dull as well, Tight fisted and meagre hearted. You are in-el-e-gant as hell. ~ There is a yearning you can't quell,
By Hannah Mooreabout a month ago in Poets
I try to catch clarity but it ties me like knots. It's hard to see hope when daisies are wilted. I forgave you. I forgave me not.
By Vitaline about a month ago in Poets
I’ve overthought this once before, embossed my brain; It’s in my head forever more. I suppose it’s just part of the lore,
By jl woodabout a month ago in Poets
Leaves fall away, giving trees new life. Yet here I stay. Summer and winter, long night and day, carve new paths like a knife.
By Raine Nealabout a month ago in Poets
Where I am is where I am not Casting myself instead to you Yearning for the touch ever sought - Anxious and waiting, days fraught
By EudaiLifeabout a month ago in Poets
Life doesn't require a fixed definition of meaning, yet we still search the very edges of our drive. We create our purpose in the pulse of being alive.
By angela about a month ago in Poets
I regret not speaking to you when I had the chance My mind returns to you though you’re no longer near I long for the days when our voices could still embrace
By José Juan Gutierrez about a month ago in Poets
Your footsteps linger in the halls of me. I hear them long after the night has gone. Some memories refuse to let us be. ***
By Courtney Tulodieskiabout a month ago in Poets
I smell dirt in my dreams, as I imagine the grave Riding on a steed to collect my soul Death comes for those who cannot be saved
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
I keep the door unlocked, in case you come, but every night, I swear to myself: “I’m over this”. The wanting gnaws, its teeth leaving me numb.
By Luna Jordanabout a month ago in Poets
