Nice.
Intimate.
Neat.
... – by Jerry Wayne Lawrence, Jr. | added by jerrywlawrence2666
16 days ago |
The ebb and flow of the tide rises and falls. The twilight darkens, and the call of the curlew can be heard as the sea laps against the damp, brown sands. The traveler Hasten for the town and can see the darkness settle over the town's rooftops and... – by A J C | added by alanswansea18
16 days ago |
It's strange how a few short seconds can lead you in a whole new direction,
It alters how you think and act and see your own reflection.
From a single moment on, my life was forever changed,
Like everything I previously knew had suddenly been... – by Jaszmine | added by Jaszminewatts21
16 days ago |
Damaged
Full of hurt
Broken pieces
Turn to dust
Left empty handed
No right to abuse
My trust
Dreams, wake me
From my screams
I die a million times
Just to say your names
Running thru my mind
Lost in my thoughts
Left behind, asking why
... – by Stephany M McDaniel | added by stephany_g
16 days ago |
further
i drift from the human tide
the better i feel.
no noise,
no chaos,
no expectations,
just the silence
of my own skin.
people do too much,
they say too much,
just sleep all day
and forget the day
of the week,
of the year,
... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
16 days ago |
i'd rather be an unknown poet
than a celebrity,
lost in the margins
of my own making
where the only fame
is the echo of my name
in the hollow of my chest,
a whispered promise
to the words that haunt me
like a ghost in my mouth
refusing to... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
16 days ago |
america's teeth are rotting
from the inside out
like mr. russell's
after years of neglect
and too much sugar.
the dream's a cavity
filled with the gold
of broken promises
and the rust of progress.
millsters we were called,
the ones who... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
16 days ago |
the corners
of my upbringing,
a voice whispered secrets
of the american heartland,
a troubadour
of the mundane.
he constructed towers
of words that rustled
like leaves
in the autumn chilly wind.
his rhythm,
a gentle lapping
... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
16 days ago |
you're a dirty habit
i can't recover from,
a cigarette burn
on my lips,
this wound that I won't
dress.
i know better
than to crave
your toxic touch,
your lies and tricks.
but my heart's an addict,
always coming back
for another... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
16 days ago |
there's high
and there's high,
a distinction lost
on the merely
elevated who mistake
altitude
for transcendence.
and to get really high,
I mean so high
the air thins
to a scream
that shatters
the mirrored surface
of the lake,
... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
16 days ago |
There's really no need to keep searching for feelings.
But here I still am -still willing to try.
Not really sure why I feel like I must.
Like, if I just navigate every aspect of this-
Entirely.
Since the first day I cried and realized there... – by Serenity L Roberts | added by pureserenitylee
16 days ago |
Play this song again and again
The song that is when tuned
takes me to the days of my outright courage.
Hey; when my mind comes to stop
And forgets this tune if anyway,
Let bring this tune in the vehicle of the faraway wind and play and... – by Dr. Amal Kumar Ghosh | added by amal_k
16 days ago |
I think my children
look more like Joe Strickland
than I do,
their eyes a stranger's eyes
staring back at me
from the mirror's
cruel gaze.
their laughter echoes
a familiar stranger's tone
a cadence that's not mine
yet somehow still my... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
16 days ago |
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