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
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Watching fall through a hospital window Having sought aid for your sensitive mind Which gleaned more from life's old book than most know
By D. J. Reddallabout 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
I owe you a sincere apology For falling into this odd world too late To study language and psychology And understand your look, so desolate
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
What is more fragile and ephemeral? Lungs laugh lithe little worlds into light life Hollow and shining, fleeting, temporal
In crowded rooms where voices blend, The hum of life is just a trend, Yet hidden tales in whispers pass,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
A list of demands on parchment sprawls, With ink that grips the heart’s own calls, “More time,” it pleads, “and endless grace,”
We build snowmen, as if fashioning our better selves, creating magic, despite knowing the fragility of it all.
By Randy Bakerabout a year ago in Poets
The precipice - fourteen to life The future is uncertain, but today - today is for eating cake.
Sometimes I wonder if this was a real place, or if I was a real person, or if I am living in a dream.
