It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
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
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
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
In every dawn, a quiet hope begins, With each attempt, a chance to find our wins, Through trials faced and dreams that softly gleam,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
What Is and What Should Be In the year of our Lord / AD, twenty, twenty-four The world is changing faster / Then it ever has before.
In twilight's gentle, fleeting hue, The sky wears shades of roses and blue. Whispers dance on theevening’s breeze, And stars awakes with quiet ease
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
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
