First Draft

You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I am a killer
I am a killer, my mind is a graveyard. My ideas, my stories, my children; all lie broken and mangled. Mauled, misshapen, aborted, mutilated. All lie in the graveyard of my thoughts or the mausoleum of my computer files.
By Chris Heller2 years ago in Poets
The Teacher Sonnet
Note: Well, I have been quite surprised by the response to the student's sonnet I wrote last week. And many of you said that you thought I should give the teacher a fair shot at a response. Here it is (and, once again, a very rough draft that may go through changes).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The Cruel Reality of Adulthood
This adulthood stage is no fantasy Growing up was so much fun I lived in my fantasies Blamed my parents for how they turned out
By Ayomide Oyeyinka 2 years ago in Poets
Requisite
if only you knew the requisite, then the answer would be about the opposite. So what are we talking about here? Well, it is all simple but not same old same old, yet recluse. Quick question, have you by far understood what you read until this moment were you are reading this word now. Now indeed, this is all about understanding, for without it what good is it delving deeper into these words with no clue of what they speak of. Now that is the Requisite that can be so recluse. Seems far of reach till you get and all that is before you opens up. Understanding, it is not a mystery but can be identified as a mystery, and yet it unveils mysteries (for no mystery is a mystery until Understanding makes it known.). Now. Wherever you may be as you are reading this, just know the only requisite is, Understanding. Do you understand the requisite?
By T MMEREKI2 years ago in Poets
Playing dead
Everything is great, I am wrapped under three blankets with a mug of tea and it’s something o’clock Please don't ask me any more questions though
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
Betrayal
It's been so long since I was last played... I never thought in the end I would be betrayed... Now there is a battlefield;
By Alexander Cook2 years ago in Poets
In Talking
Studies have shown that having a brain is a high risk factor for brain cancer; how comforting to know that as one of those referred to by the scarecrow above, as among those without a brain who talks or writes incessantly, I need not fear any danger of cerebral Big C.
By AponPaeng2 years ago in Poets
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Living
What is life if we don't create? Is it truly living if we don’t ever break? How can we live if we don't let the fear wash away?
By Allison2 years ago in Poets
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets