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Lust
I look at her as she stares back at me. Staring deep, deep into the very depths of my soul; a feeling so clichéd it’s almost foolish, and yet there she is. Her portrait stares me down. I am wide-eyed in awe as butterflies flutter in my stomach, desperate not to drown in the pit of anxiety. She makes me feel so enamoured it physically hurts; weighing down my heart until I cannot breathe. And with every painful inhale, every sharp exhale, I know I must suffer if I am to continue to look at this vision of perfection set before me.
By Jonny Dawson9 years ago in Poets
Gears
Love is it real or is it fake, is it something to hate pick your take. Shame is lame, something that you can't tame. Peace take it or leave it, it's up to you to do the believing. Lies the only question I have is why. Good-byes saying it while looking in people's eyes. Tears mostly stems from people fears. Why have I been waiting all these years to take off and switch these gears.
By Dante Jenkins9 years ago in Poets
My Voice
My Voice. Won't be heard. Because I am a young, Caucasian, religious female. They won't want to hear my opinion once I say I'm independent in the political world. They won't listen because I'm not "old enough" to have an opinion. They won't listen because they think it's all a bunch of nothing, since it's coming from my mouth, my thoughts. They won't listen because it won't benefit them. They won't listen because I'm just a college student "not experiencing the real world." They won't listen because I am not a democrat. They won't listen because I don't claim republican. They don't listen because I am not ONE OF THEM. All they see is my pink pouted lips and 12-year-old looking body. "She's too young to have a say." "She's a woman." "She's a 'white' young lady with her heads in the clouds thinking things will ever change."
By Caitie9 years ago in Poets
Charlene
If the times I was hateful outweighed the ones I was grateful, I apologize, That in the midst of being a teen, I didn’t recognize your love for what it was
By Neish9 years ago in Poets
Dreams
I dreamt a different life last night As a worker underground Fumes and dust filled the lungs Deafened by the sounds The toxins filled every cell
By Sany Abed9 years ago in Poets
At the End
Imagine... Smoked room, countless cigarette butts in the ashtray, and you ... Abandoned by all the "friends" you had in your youth ...
By Arzun Nasufova9 years ago in Poets
A Sad Tune
"It is but a torment that bites me It is like a leech attached to my skin I try to get rid of it but yet still It wouldn't allow me to have the breath of true peace
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
Unfolding You Dearly
Unfolding you dearly like laundry before a sentry asunder One need not ponder long to wearily wonder What may befall such ones as desire bounty’s plunder
By Conjury9 years ago in Poets
No Love for the Damn
No such Eleanor Or the cure for the damn Stray and kill as before Before the king, as a man. Give in and Forget, No women, no men.
By Miguel Ricardo9 years ago in Poets
Re-Evolution
RE-EVOLUTION—an ode to consciousness ☺ The hate and pain have shown us all That there is a fire burning The days are coming to stand up tall
By Sany Abed9 years ago in Poets
"Damn This Limb Bow"
What would our forests look like, if the trees found a reason to war with each other? Two American flames trying to put out the other's fire,
By Chad Burke9 years ago in Poets
Under the Stars
Two people, unaware of their connections. A guy and a girl looking at the stars. A cool and crisp night. He touches her face to the bridge of her nose. His warm hands make her open up. As his hand is over her cheek, she puts her hand on top of his. Looking into each other eyes, dreaming yet realizing, this moment, this day, under the stars is a dream come true.
By Brianna McKinley9 years ago in Poets