Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
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By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Nothing like bedtime, free from the past and future. So much more to do.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
It comes on in waves, no respite, ever given, the day continues.
Two troubled souls racing, through the hourglass of time Searching there for love, but seldom to ever find. A dog ran to catch a ball, while a girl chased him slightly behind.
By Josephis K. Wade2 years ago in Poets
spiderweb compass hailing the vanilla mould of your blackened heart --
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Surrogate lives lived Behind cobwebbed curtains where Weβre still together
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Poets
Listening to slow jams in other languages I donβt speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
I donβt know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone