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
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
Was writing a dream? Or are you dreaming about Reading my writing?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
another eight drown when freedom was all they sought freedom became theirs * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: In response to a news report I read this morning about the death of more migrants in the English Channel.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Mad clowns are great fun Provided that they never Escape the circus
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
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
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
Find what fascinates Stop at nothing to find out Why it compels you
𝄼𝄼 𝄼𝄼 𝄼𝄼 𝄼𝄼 Tick Tock Tick Tock How is it only twelve o'clock? Tick Tock Shit A stream of conscious?
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
