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
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
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
Charming, cheeky, kick and flick, Dancing hats, umbrellas, perhaps a stick, Such fickle feet, A joy to meet, The 20's sure knew how to rollick!
By ThatWriterWomanabout a year ago in Poets
Humankind having ample exemplars to sample Hath deemed the fruits of your mind void of substance subsurface to rind.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
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 Sharmaabout a year 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
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
Fleshed flotsam cast asunder by an unforgiving sea, never known for having shown beleaguered sailors mercy.
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
