We are definitely allowed to kill part of ourselves. Are we all not trees? Are plants themselves forbidden to shed their leaves?
By ECD2 years ago in Poets
what happens when a zombie reaches its goal? when the brains are transferred and the second being is overcome? is this where the illusion of self is broken finally
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Uncensored, unfiltered, you did say In that case, you won’t be mad, I pray * Life’s a bitch and then you die Such a cliché, I know, but is it actually a lie?
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
Back aching eyes drooping, neck hurts, I think I'm stooping. Busy working, barely making a living, has free time, back to sleeping.
By Just Daniel2 years ago in Poets
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
It all got heavy when I agreed to change for you when I lost myself in you — Caring so deeply about what you thought
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
...a little girl should not be sent to visit her grandmother in the woods. ...a princess in a tall castle should always grow her hair out.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
