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
White satin sheets now painted crimson red like a murder scene Our pungent heavy aromatic scent looms hanging in the air, as if we were committing our dead endlessly; again and again
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
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
Staring at the ceiling wondering “who am I?” Tasting something on my lips that I don’t know what it is. Hearing ringing in my ears
By Robert Kegelabout a year ago in Poets
The light from the lamp blinds me as the blindfold is taken off my eyes. Feeling the punch to my face feels intense and painful as they ask me “Have you seen Harry?”
i know what he tells my friends, refreshing all the rumors at the mill. i am here for one thing, or three: captivated, infatuated, in a limerence.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
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
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
Ripped out my insides Looking down at what I’ve done Chit’lings anyone?
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
In twilight's hush, shadows stretch like whispers, The soft rustle of leaves dances on the breeze, Silken petals brush against eager fingertips,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the dawn, golden light spills like honey, The distant call of a morning bird sings clear, Cool dew clings to skin, a gentle morning kiss,
