sometimes i think of me, in the possibility that i might've been appointed to agony‐ forced to face the music these tales of torment make
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
The hours pass tick tock tick tock reminding me -no- taunting me, that time is fleeting, fickle,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
What great guilt, all the better, Grandma swallows stone, For she is the wolf
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
The September air whispers of all things golden and me. She whispers of the color of my crown - the one passed down
If I were Isaac Would you hesitate to touch Your fire to my wood?
At peace, feeling calm yet struck with anxiety Looking for the light and in it's entirety The path grows winding and my vision is blur
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Ears in agony Surround sound hellish screeches Lord, land steel bird soon
The little black top with the plunging neckline winks at me from the corner of my closet but the red polka dot crew neck
Oh my soul, why are you cast down? My heart, what is weighing you down? What do you dwell on? My world, why are you always upside-down?
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Swift synthetic steed Carry me ‘cross rigid rails Careen through tunnels
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
