A little self-conscience, but I'm working it out Beautiful dreamer, dispersing my doubt Carefully conceited, when I let down my guard
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Blue The sky, my jeans, the candy from Percy Jackson. The sky, the sea, a hazy Tuesday morning. A little after dusk, the chipped paint of a bathroom stall, the odd metallic blue of a puddle that seams it leads to other worlds.
By Harleen 🤎2 years ago in Poets
A Bee C? (a tambourine is stingin’-ringin’) Down in the heart's waters Entrances a myriad of univocal qualities, Featuring The Jackson Five.
By Christian Lee2 years ago in Poets
Question everything. Hold it captive. Scrutinize it from all angles. Seek Truth wherever it hides. Anything that is not Truth is a Lie.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Poets
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
“So, what have you been doing lately?” She asked - the woman with whom I once taught theology. “Catching Pokémon,” I admitted,
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
Introduction I work supporting a Finance Department but I am not an accountant and continually remark that accountancy is just a game played with the Inland Revenue with each one trying to trip the other up.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
A day and time and place had come But a new era had just begun Cult of the Peter, they called it Destruction and death followed it
By Kwali Wadsworth2 years ago in Poets
Amidst the wild, the challenge is clear, Be bold and strong, or succumb to fear. Courage is the armor in nature's test,
By Jay Kobayashi2 years ago in Poets
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
On the night of the ball Sonja made her appearance She showed up fashionably late To show her dress off in style The long flowing skirt
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
All before me, hear this smattering, Bring to me your weary eyes. Cease for now incessant chattering, Dare to read what I’ve surmised.
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 years ago in Poets
