Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
A mourn arouses its plea as the escapism of amor in stillness breathes, A dream that precedes, a trance that enthralls in its mirth does not cease to deceive.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Even the water wants to preserve this Reflection is its blind way of painting; The world can be a frightened, dumb abyss
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
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
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
Odysseus, you hick, you hot hayseed You brash bumpkin from rocky Ithaca! Athena to your every need paid heed; Your smile was my pain’s prolegomena
