fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Existence According to Robert Frost
Sometimes, as humans, we tend to go about our average, busy lives without realizing what might be lurking behind us in the shadows. Is it pain? Grief? Death? We are so caught up in the hustle of our "one track mind" lives that we forget to realize the consequences of our actions in doing so. We forget to look over our shoulders for dangers that are sneaking up behind. Our lack of alertness has caused big trouble for some of us, and sometimes we don't realize until it's too late.
By Trevor Lloyd8 years ago in Poets
Time Is Now
I Come From A Time Where I See Poor Women Rise And Rich Men Crumble, Where Freaks Are The New Normal And The Normal Is Shunned Upon, Where The Silents Becomes Heard And The Loud Mouthed Become Quite. And It Changes Everyday, They Say History Repeats Itself I Say War Repeats Itself. The People Change Everyday But I Believe If The Truth Doesn't Come Out It Never will cause time is counting down in it will be lost and the sand of time with us at the bottom and the corrupted at the top.
By Timothy Moss8 years ago in Poets
Who Are We
Who are we is a question I ask, where did we come from way back in our past, are we really from here or some where in space did we come here to colonize are we the reason the dinosaurs are extinct where did we come from, where do you think this is a question I ask repeatedly. Did we hail from another planet dieing like a star or were our ancestors all but killed off, the thoughts I think about have me always curious, did we destroy ourselves and now starting over were we really genius traveling threw the stars. So many questions none have yet to be discovered who are we really how many of us suffered likes those in area 51 we are experimenting on our brothers and sisters this just will not do, but this is just my ideas on the subject what about you?
By Loki Ramsey8 years ago in Poets
Awake at 3AM
I'm currently laying in bed, not able to withstand the heat and the loud chorus of sounds outside my window. Thoughts course through my mind like an uncurable virus. Venomous thoughts spilling what my mouth can't fully comprehend hiding the truth from everyone, even myself. I want to shut my eyes and spend that time mindlessly sucked into a world of carelessness and manufactured scenarios. It's hard to comprehend what my body wants, it's preventing me from controlling it to some extent, as if it wasn't meant for me at all. Silently but deeply wanting to be human, having the ability to feel supremacy over all. Sleep is something special, we don't all get shut eye at night. There will be a day where we can all just close our eyes and get lost in the inevitability of demise.
By Steph Rain8 years ago in Poets
