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I woke up and rolled over and found myself in your hair Filled with a sigh and murmured at the view Among that world, a window called our love
By Raine Fielder3 years ago in Poets
Westward, and I discovered your mangled form covered in the stench of decay, vultures swaying through the auburn sky. I was entrenched
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
No parties to speak of. On this new year love is what matters to us. As we forget our troubles to start anew, one thing is clear you know.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
A house in a hamlet, Miles away. Where birds fly overhead, Blue skies on a good day. Lavender paper, and peeling halls.
By Charlotte Victoria 3 years ago in Poets
Died for devil I have seen stars in your eyes I heard voices of cars passing by I can see those lies in your eyes
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
Comfort. Crowded rooms, social quilted blankets. RSVP, shared space, close touch. Communal unity, chaotic elation, industrious ambition.
By Spacey McGee3 years ago in Poets
Those stars Whenever I see a star, I think of you Whenever I feel sad, I talk to you
Drafts from the thin walls of an ancient house leave a chill in the air while I watch snow fall outside the window, coating
By Calliope Briar3 years ago in Poets
As I eat this spaghetti that taste like absolute nothing I am thinking of you. I try to drown you out with my drinking yet I find you here in my thoughts; you are just as I remember, tasteless as this spaghetti.
By Queen anonymous 3 years ago in Poets
What happens, When you receive A lot of money Out of thin air? You spend it, Of course! Money meant to see the world beyond,
By Serenity Zahnle3 years ago in Poets
One does not forget the smell of a freshy bought book The smell of an old book, or the smell of their favorite book Pages slide between my fingers, guiding my eyes to find the next hook to draw in my attention
By Sara Aulds3 years ago in Poets
It was inherit The duty and expectation A list of tasks Set forth years before Etched in stone, Carved in the earth
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
