Note: Yeah, it's my birthday... - K. D. * From the alarm's demand, I rise to Supertramp's Goodbye to a Stranger. The screen light hits my eyes hard in the dark of this early start.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The turn coming to fast And feel sick to my stomach I hear people screaming as we quickly move around the corner The smell of burning wood floods my nose as we fly off the tracks hit the ground
By Robert Kegelabout a year ago in Poets
I see the bomb; can I defuse it in time? My Captain is talking in my ear “Hurry up.” Salty sweat drips down my brow into my eyes and mouth
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
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
In twilight's hush, shadows stretch like whispers, The soft rustle of leaves dances on the breeze, Silken petals brush against eager fingertips,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the dawn, golden light spills like honey, The distant call of a morning bird sings clear, Cool dew clings to skin, a gentle morning kiss,
What does unfiltered really mean? because despite its broad, yet simple, definition of Not being confined, changed or covered
By Sady Bayne about a year ago in Poets
he ain't trust no one who don't like coffee i exemplify the epitome of untrustworthiness got my artesian spring water and fresh-squeezed organics
By The Dani Writerabout 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
