dynamysticistics and minor inconveniences about his love for my wisdom, always write in the way of his artifice. no brakes;
By ⸘jason alan‽5 days ago in Poets
As I sit here still, hoping and waiting, Hoping for the future that I have worked my blood, sweat and tears for. Waiting for the time to come when I see and feel all the dreams I've longed for, yearned for.
By KC5 days ago in Poets
A special kind of joy blooms beneath the buds of a cherry blossom tree Newfound wonders a delightful epiphany played in brassy bright trumpet calls
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
They call death a thing. They say that when death comes There’s pain. Loneliness. Fear. Tears. But they’re wrong. Death… death just is.
By Rachel S5 days ago in Poets
Why is it That we only realize The depths of our fall When we’re all the way at the bottom?
Here I lay in my bed. Starring at the ceiling all night long. I can’t get over this feeling. This constant state of dread.
By Jasmine Harris5 days ago in Poets
I’m so over these sleepless nights. I’m tired of constantly fighting to survive. I’ve been struggling with the voices in my head.
Did you ever hear the tragedy of the man who sought wealth and status? We all must eat and to live comfortably is a treat, why is that a fuss?
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Poets
A weaker soul would have erased it Never wanting to recall Nerves exposed, completely unfit Impetus as a tethered ball Vile and violent the memories
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 days ago in Poets
i don't quite understand, how so often i stand in disgust, i can't quietly stand in front of the mirror and trust- how many times have i stood here in front of the glass,
By Josh Morgan5 days ago in Poets
Abstract thoughts and swaying motions Narrow minds and Numbing deeds Images and magic potions Vying for varied parts of me
Q: What is the point of life if I am only to die like a fly? A: The point is to live, as great or small it may seem. Even a fly can impact and alter the world for ages after it should die.
By Kenneth cruz6 days ago in Poets