this idea sucks within, it's clear as summer on paper, it dies chase the feeling, find the voice if you do, readers rejoice
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
a strange book lies closed ecstasy of completion? or wonders yet found? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
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
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
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.
Running at sunrise, ambling triumphantly through, nodding at a bench.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
In art and in life Both frog and roach can become The fairest of all ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
