Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
This is for Poppy’s Prompt #9, fracture. Join the fun here. Everyone has experiences they would rather not discuss. Breaking free from the past is an overwhelming endeavor.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Your valuables Are worthless when compared to Your moral values
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
He cut off the sleeve To let me sleep, but I meant To stay his sword arm
So much is given Unknown, unnoticed, ignored For the sake of life
A treasure long lost only legends remain of the Vocal Awards ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
To run for office You must survive some hopeless Misery, like us
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
