It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
In the mirror of existence, where thoughts entwine, The vastness of being stretches, both yours and mine. From the smallest of moments, to the grandest of schemes, Everything pulses, a dance of dreams.
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
To tango with temptation, is to dance with death, but still, the music plays‐ The tenacious, hidden inner self that chases such inclinations, doesn't know it's taking my breath, but
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
my eyes, i cannot follow unaware of the trouble they cause, they follow my heart unaware of what consequences will fall‐
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
...a little girl should not be sent to visit her grandmother in the woods. ...a princess in a tall castle should always grow her hair out.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I wear a mask made of masks Because we create the vision of who we want to be When I’m with you I’m the me you see Who am I?
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Poets
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
