When you are close to shifting, When you are close to the next level; It begins to get really uncomfortable. I am still deciphering what the discomfort is towards.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
Everything is meaningless! the noble king recalls (in defeat, we’d once expected; now we sweetly cede: elated). neither Condemn that creeping ink of dark nor crave that coruscation. the return of
By Birdy Rain2 years ago in Poets
Crooked smile, dancing blue eyes Citrus and Spice aftershave I still see the green bottle Sitting on the dresser next to
By Cathy Schieffelin2 years ago in Poets
Where do I even start... where do I go? Everything coming at me at once, trying to drag my vibrations low. No weapon formed against me though.
By Sheri Peterson2 years ago in Poets
My line of work involves a lot of time communicating across languages through an app, telephone service, or my new friend José.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I have not felt the elation that is hope, not for a while at least. It's like eating that one thing you haven't in years, the memories being brought back the moment it hits your mouth.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
After a long, busy week, Here I am. It is Saturday morning. I am alone. Resting. My window is open. A fresh breeze. There are a few light rain showers outdoors.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Pain was gradually eroding my heart. Pain was gradually killing my health. My brain grew bored of pondering.
Eagerly, we embrace the dawn of youthful grace, Cherishing each moment, in life's intricate maze. Learning and growing, through the challenges we face,
By Anthony Chan2 years ago in Poets
You’re not so young, but you not that old either. Make time to have fun, but get those goals done. Give yourself grace.
By De'Viar Woodson2 years ago in Poets
As the sun dips low, A bowl of nuts in my hand, Nature's evening show. Just done with dinner, I went to the exercise room for some peace and quiet. The room was lighted from the natural light coming through the parted curtains.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
