I remember when violin was my entire being. Morning, noon, and night. Years of my life consumed by this object that would somehow provide a new future for me.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Eros was his name Chameleon by nature; oft Lulled by his own charm Immaculate in his Perfection and the light of his essence
By Jas'Monique2 years ago in Poets
Writing is my addiction. I don’t see it as an affliction even though it continues in repetition. I have to write everyday. Life holds no real sense of glory unless I’m in my writing closet crafting a story.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
Life is like a river You just have to go with it In my mind You are the closet thing there is to flawless No one affects me
By Angel Blade2 years ago in Poets
orange spoke through them... "let's play." orange moved through her... hips a little sway. sensually dancing in her boots,
By Olivia Macbeth2 years ago in Poets
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
