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 Historian2 years ago in Poets
...a little girl should not be sent to visit her grandmother in the woods. ...a princess in a tall castle should always grow her hair out.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I wear a mask made of masks Because we create the vision of who we want to be When I’m with you I’m the me you see Who am I?
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Poets
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
In the shadows of memories, Where love once burned like fire, I learned that hearts can shatter, Yet from the shards, new dreams inspire.You were the storm, I the leaf,
By Roxanne Buckle2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the city, where dreams intertwine, A tale unfolds beneath the thin, charred line. Voices whisper softly, yet screams are unheard,
In the mirror of water, I see my own face, A journey of seasons, a dance through time and space. With scars and with smiles, each mark tells a tale,
The Logos use their music to whisper in my ear But at night I feel the intense power of the seer Burning my soul from the outside, a jinn
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Damn it all, let us have this last dance with the dark! Under an umbratical umbrella, his Shadow wing shields your scapula, my palm to it plastered. We swallow each other's smiles while stars spin, sparkle, and twirl in tandem. Our own, our one
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years 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 Sharma2 years ago in Poets
