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Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
If only
I know my son. * Or is it now that he has reached a milestone that I no longer do? Is he looking back and reflecting on his life and wondering why?
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
Busy Day
We rush around Hoping to do it all To accomplish our list To accomplish our tasks The list keeps growing Our days feel longer
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
I Am No Man
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Pain's Purpose. Content Warning.
The target of these eyes I've been given‐ chosen by my mind, without it even knowing, amiss, in the mess‐ that stems, from the steps,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Trust Issues
My heart‐ deceitful above all things. Can I trust the very thing in me that pumps life?... If it's willing to lie to me to see it's own will?...
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
The Electric Bill
The lights‐ they won't turn off. Every bulb, every lamp, I've flicked every switch, downed every dimmer, pulled every fuse,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Void's Company Returns; To Feel Empathy For My Enemy. Content Warning.
here, we go again with void's company, just, toying with me‐ stalking me walking in my shadow, in every social setting‐
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Senseless
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/22/24
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Fires Within
Anger is a wildfire, crackling in my chest, A storm of emotions, never at rest. It roars like thunder, a storm uncontained,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets