The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
We spend so much time Thinking of clever ways to Avoid real thinking
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
Given what we could Be doing with our brief lives How was this Thursday?
Precipitation— Humble clouds spread tears of joy Their love, absolute Rain streaks down windows... Dosed trees rejoicing beyond...
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
What if heaven and Hell are run by the human Resources people?
Do not seek revenge The tears of your enemies Will not dry your own
No, not in your head it's there in your hand, zombie your glass and metal drugs In your hand, zombie no bombs, no guns, eating not
Do not believe them Life is actually long The best parts are brief
No politician Is anything more than a Fallible human
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
