Life as a Poet Knows It
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Beyond the Pale
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Gradually she opens her languorous eyes once again to see that she is still in the same spot. Time is slipping beneath her tiny feet. Will she ever be able to escape from this deathless entity? A formidable darkness is invading, uninvited within her innocent mind.
By Kelly Madeleine Ortiz9 years ago in Poets
What I Mean When I Say Depression
When I say I'm depressed, I mean I can't get out of bed. Not that I don't want to. I want nothing more than to get out from under this gigantic elephant that's pushing down on my chest to the point it feels like my ribs have shattered
By Kailey Lynn9 years ago in Poets
Writers Block
For one split second, it's like everything's right there, and I can see everything just the way it is. But then it's like waking up from a dream and everything slips away, and the memory's come back. But when I can see everything, and my heart and mind click and fit together, it's like looking at the most beautiful sunset, or watching a hawk fly or maybe just looking out over a snow covered lawn. It's diving into the ocean to see all the colorful fish and the great reefs. It's like flying, everywhere. And you can see it all, but then you wake up. Then it's gone. But not really because it's all still there. In your heart and mind, just out of sync, waiting to come back. Waiting for that click.
By Anna Palmer9 years ago in Poets
