Leaving glows with magnetic temptation The immaterial must pay no rent Unknown to them is mean competition They earn nothing, for they are truly spent
By D. J. Reddall9 months ago in Poets
believing our-selves to be exceptionally kind to them while expecting them to be absolutely mean and unfair towards, these painful imaginations causes for imagination to imagine pictures and create thoughts at the center of which is a picture of self-pity, of being downtrodden, of needing care or of being special or thinking of oneself as"different"; a completely different and unique individual/human being that needs to be making special and interesting decisions and intelligence must be entirely absent from them
By Queen f9 months ago in Poets
The inky window watches our passion Move repressed Edwardians to clutch pearls This sleepy, arching domestic fusion The pale toes of anxious puritans curls
Quis Curat They say Chase another carrot Ferreting out their sins Where does it end? A society built on lies Incapable of being wrong
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
What My Childhood Self Would Say to Me Now Genre: Inspirational / Poets / Memoir Form: A Letter from My 8-Year-Old Self Dear Future Me,
By waseem khan9 months ago in Poets
If you were cognizant of the outcome before the onset of the fray, how long would sanity endure witnessing children melt in
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing Genre: Poets / Psyche / Social Com Style: Poetic diary/narrative fragments Day 1
Not gold, hammered thin and cold to catch the sun's last glance, Nor jewels ripped from secret earth, to dazzle and entrance.
By Jacky Kapadia9 months ago in Poets
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By The Schizophrenic Mom9 months ago in Poets
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
