Life as a Poet Knows It
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It Sucks Right Now
Hi, I'm new to this. Very, very, very new. I recently quit my job! I should have thought it through more but it was a toxic place.
Cynthia RizzoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou're So Naive
I don’t fall for words anymore. If you want “I love you’s” hung from tree branches and “Stay with me’s” adorning tabletops,
Chelsea Z.Published 7 years ago in PoetsI'm Not Used to People Like You
I’ve been told that if the tiara fits, flaunt it. And you happen to be the perfect size, so I will dance around in the night until I turn into a princess.
Chelsea Z.Published 7 years ago in PoetsLeaves
I remember the leaves falling They were so beautiful Walking through the woods with your hand in mine I could feel the cold breeze coming in
Taylor TitiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeyond the Pale
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Gradually she opens her languorous eyes once again to see that she is still in the same spot. Time is slipping beneath her tiny feet. Will she ever be able to escape from this deathless entity? A formidable darkness is invading, uninvited within her innocent mind.
Kelly Madeleine OrtizPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTipheret
These words are not for you So much of me has been done for an audience lately and this notebook is a calculated effort to stop that in my writing.
Jayce-Jaquee PezzellePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSchool
In our preparation for self-discovery, We’re not sure what the future will hold. What comes next? How do we handle the truth?
Steph SinclairPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLoveless
Even when you break me I hang on by this thread I dream of fields and rolling hills But everything is dead I wander through this wasteland
Neglected Faith
Many people think I'm religious, Just because of the modest way I dress, But let me inform you I am far from it, Instead of remembering God,
Ala MohamedPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWonder
This world is my wonderland I am its Alice I'm mad I tell you Racing to keep up with the times I fell down this hole from I don't know where
Nicci HillsteadPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat I Mean When I Say Depression
When I say I'm depressed, I mean I can't get out of bed. Not that I don't want to. I want nothing more than to get out from under this gigantic elephant that's pushing down on my chest to the point it feels like my ribs have shattered
Kailey LynnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSeasoned
Here's to you: the seasoned sailorof these tempestuous wordsthe autumnal expert leaf turnerbook openerchapter beginnersecret enjoyer of craft pumpkin-spiced beveragesthe jaded cliche artistof suburbia's forgotten dreamsseptember beginsfor youconnoisseur ofdark corner cafésyeah, this one's for you:caffeinated poetof redundancieswith your enigmaticphilosophical tendenciesthere aren't enoughold wool sweatersand calf lengthboots to disguiseyour lax grip on the season's fashionis effortless the ephemera extraordinaireimmortalising the fleeting momentslingering in