Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Based on Randy Baker's 'Prompted #5': 'To Be Played At Maximum Volume' - from the back cover of David Bowie's 'Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars':
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The elephant in the room, More like a dinosaur in our bed-room, Was an ignored omen of our doom. The unaddressable dinosaur in our room.
By Selina DeCarles2 years ago in Poets
Every stone holds their traces. Shining light on their primal graces. Echoes of an era Earth cannot hide. Not wanting the vanishing into history’s haze.
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
Note: I am not sure where this is coming from (writer's block...or is that writers' block? Fatigue? Stress over house-hunting?). I just know that when I have to write things will come out.
If I were to ask you when was the last time you wrote a letter, most of you would say never or at school. Nowadays there is no need to write letters because we have mobile phones and email to communicate.
By Sumaiya Jaweed2 years ago in Poets
Is this house a home? Or just a book judged by its cover– Its pages are a moral opposite, Chapters tell of something other,
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
