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My sinister mind is fatal substance undergoing replication of Medicine Used as cure for the inferior growth of the human race.
INFP "The Gentle Negotiator"
With gentle soul, a dreamer's heart they hold, INFP, in quietude their mind takes flight, A world unseen, in visions yet untold,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsBathed In Darkness
If you were bathed in darkness Drenched in pain and anguish Do not let it grip you But rather, fight to grip back Learn from it
Vicious AvaricePublished about a month ago in PoetsINFP "The Harmonist Mediator"
Within a heart that teems with gentle dreams, A fortress built of thought and deep desire, The INFP, with introspective schemes,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsYoung Bewilderedness
Amidst the chaos of being young You hear a voice calling Your time has now shrunk And there is no sense in trying While the eye of others takes you high
Ouail TouatiPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Green Grass
A tale of life begins each day In a field where green lives play. Showing Emerald blades, a carpet spread, Under the skies, where seeds are fed.
The WriterPublished about a month ago in PoetsNot a Princess
You're no princess, Or a damsel in distress. You're a warrior. Instead amour, You're covered in battle scars.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published about a month ago in PoetsA Beacon in the Dark
Loneliness, a feeling so profound, A weight that's heavy, a heart that's bound, In solitude, I wander, lost and found, A soul adrift, in a world unbound.
Kageno HoshinoPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe reaction is marvelous
The reaction is marvelous, Isn’t it, Haven’t you had that weird feeling, Before this, At times, even you don’t know, Why you reacted,
Esala GunathilakePublished about a month ago in PoetsStanding on Time's Brink
Standing on time's brink, Nature's kaleidoscope unfolds, Surreal power hums.
Printique StudiosPublished about a month ago in PoetsLove Me
Love me; That's all I ask. Breathe fire into me, One that I have never known, Show me your heart, Only then, inside me,
Carol TownendPublished about a month ago in PoetsOrange Sherbet
I imagined it. Intense images illuminating. Icy images interrupting. Images invasively inviting. Illusions, intrustions!
Pakk CamachoPublished about a month ago in Poets