You’re my hedonism Your kisses have saved me From my isthmus of sorrow You indulge my whims And I hang on your words Forever tied together
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I used to imagine your face I used to look for you in every place I used to wonder what you were doing But then I realized it was all a waste
What is more fragile and ephemeral? Lungs laugh lithe little worlds into light life Hollow and shining, fleeting, temporal
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
In crowded rooms where voices blend, The hum of life is just a trend, Yet hidden tales in whispers pass,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
A list of demands on parchment sprawls, With ink that grips the heart’s own calls, “More time,” it pleads, “and endless grace,”
We build snowmen, as if fashioning our better selves, creating magic, despite knowing the fragility of it all.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
The precipice - fourteen to life The future is uncertain, but today - today is for eating cake.
Sometimes I wonder if this was a real place, or if I was a real person, or if I am living in a dream.
Cobweb: cob·web | \ ˈkäb-ˌweb n: something that entangles, obscures, or confuses A life’s work, a masterpiece, fallen to ruin.
Of all the things you could see from that mountaintop perch, the future was not one of them. Would it have mattered if you could?
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
Murdr'ing minister, man has no milk, let alone one of kindness to Amend the agony that attends the crevice under my rib cage where a raven's croaked chastisement replaces dove's song, where serpent deflowers
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
