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Free with Intent
It wasn't long our bond grew Trails were tough and rough There you where Spirited free with intent Willing to hold the weight of my shoulders
By Sharita Cormier7 years ago in Poets
Pensamientos en La Habana
Pensamientos en La Habana = Thoughts In Havana Deep in the catacombs of my checkered past in a house that was not my home
By B.B Cummings7 years ago in Poets
To: You | Fr: Me
To: You Fr: Me People say that not everyone you meet will be by your side forever. It was because people are bound to change and then eventually leave. I know that I've always believed that but somewhere deep inside of me, I was hoping that people wouldn't change or leave — or at least you. I even hoped that people can just leave but not change because I feared changed that much. I feared that the people that I was used to would get up one morning and then completely realize that I'm nothing to them. That's when change happens. But then again, another part of me hoped that no one would leave. That when you enter my life, you just stay.
By Lou Lou7 years ago in Poets
Random Writings
4/13 Dreams are fantasy worlds But they can be nightmares too Our dreams are things we cannot control without controlling ourselves
By Em7 years ago in Poets
Hotel Jerome, Aspen
We walked through the lobby of the Hotel Jerome. a ram’s head was mounted on the wall. it stared at us as we made our way to the J-bar.
By Andrew Arnett8 years ago in Poets
Apologies I Should Have Made
My appologises I’m sorry I thought you were an angel I’m sorry I want enough I’m sorry you changed But I’m not sorry I met you
By Peggy Butler8 years ago in Poets
Poems from an Existential Crisis Pt. 2
Please don't forget to check out part one. Poems from an Existential Crisis. ~~~ Poetry This is how I understand the world.
By Sierra Lynn8 years ago in Poets
The Moonlit Path
He sat at the edge of the bar, nursing his beer. She sauntered up to him, slinking in her black dress, smelling of mothballs and cheap booze. A radio somewhere.
By Tom Baker8 years ago in Poets
Without a Compass
The thoughts running through me, Like the cool waters of the Nile. They've sat there, waiting like hungry wolves. They've been sitting for a while.
By Kyle Simmons8 years ago in Poets
A Case for Love
A case for Love: Intolerance is not your friend. In fact, it is that kid that made fun of you in fourth grade because you had braces and talked with a lisp.
By Literary Hype8 years ago in Poets
Poems From an Existential Crisis
Self Destruct I found solitude in destruction. With smoke to fill my lungs, pills to hide my true thoughts, & bitter liquids to drown in.
By Sierra Lynn8 years ago in Poets
Lost in Vocalization
Warning! If you are close to the one you love this poem may excite you to nymphomania. If you are taking any drugs that alter the senses, it is advised to wait three days as this poem is so hot it may cause severe hallucinations. And if you have a heart condition well you gone die anyway so look at this as dying on top of your fine ass woman during—well you figure it out!
By I AM. Master of Arts8 years ago in Poets