Change. The unwanted epiphany. The glossing over past choices of what could I and what I didn’t I? It is the breaking of the soul.
By Cadma8 months ago in Poets
Only narcissists get upset When called out on their trash I’m out here chasing my dreams And they selling me nightmares
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
All lies beget lies The darkness is where your truth resides Next to my heartbeat You’ve become the air I breathe Endless cycles of us
In the silent halls of farewells passed, Where shadows stretch and moments last, There lies a map the heart must try— The solemn geometry of goodbye.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
purple, jewels, feathers and sparkling A grape princess Point toes, no stumbling Gentle, yet strong arms to impress one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
By simplicity8 months ago in Poets
I cried over my breakfast today I was hungry when I awoke as most people are Made myself eggs, scrambled the way I like
By Isabella Walker8 months ago in Poets
Caught between two worlds It becomes harder to find your people. the many nights are never spent In ways worth all the while
By Eric Pon8 months ago in Poets
Broken I sat inside the darkness of my soul Desperate for a feeling that left me as coal Leftover embers burned in my heart
By J. K. Anderson8 months ago in Poets
When I wake I think of nothing, my mind is blank but my heart is clear Then comes pulsing a sensation I love, a care for someone I hold dear
