hand-me down-genetics twirled together and combined to make me. his addiction to anything and everything to feel the sweet sensation of euphoria. her addiction to fixing what is broken repeatedly to feel the sweet sensation of accomplishment.
By Sadieabout a year ago in Poets
I miss the way your presence would curl around me like a morning mist. I miss the way I would dissect the tone of your voice and run my gaze over the softness of your facial features. I miss the memory of your words, fresh in my mind, able to replay over and over until they began to fade.
By Poppy about a year ago in Poets
In a world that is mindful and demure I want to live out loud and love boldly in shades that would make the 90s proud.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Then the devil whispered in my ear: Don’t worry. Today, he’ll live. Tomorrow, he’ll live. For this month, this year, this decade, he will certainly stay alive.
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
Slithering out of the primordial darkness Irresistible eyes the color of amber Long as a Winter solstice night, Damballah, the Sacred Serpent,
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Poets
I wrote the lyrics, chose the music from Suno.com, chose the instruments and music style and format. Art and photo by Vicki Lawana Trusselli
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
All pain is not poetry, Please spare me the depression, I hate self-brutality. To karma, I have paid my debt. You think I owe her..?
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Real friends don’t stick around for convenience or self-benefit; those who love you for real sleep on the floor and dream houses with you. Friends who know your story and hold your best interest need more than a thank you from an ungrateful tongue; pray for them.
Don't stick around when it hurts so bad, When the touch that once ignited flames now only lingers like a memory, A shadow of passion that once was.
Welcome! See my clever message Knock loud y'all, but not like you're the police, Walk right on in, right over me,
When time has taken from me all it plans to take I hope I can recall all the little things that have made my seasons beautiful
Dear Love, You are the timeless force that guides our lives, The whisper in the wind, the pull of the tide, Ever present, shaping our hearts,
