Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
This is my way of procrastinating on a paper I don't want to do for class. Some would argue it doesn't make sense– To write one thing when you don't want to write something.
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
The muzzle velocity is like cake. It’s a dish that is eaten at a speed That approaches a dessert that must bake. To digest the round would satisfy needs.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Life's a gamble. I realized this in the moments I first truly encountered him. He knew it was a gamble– We'd talked about this moment as if it would be the only one.
Like a needle penetrating the skin, The spacecraft enters the orbit and more. All of the astronauts prepare within. There are great bits of grit that each must store.
Screams through passages like all of the ghosts Brings to the mind the treasures and riches. Every word fills in the thoughts as the hosts
Restless Nights Emotional heights Living life In endless fights The night bites In shadows delight The night swarms It circles around
By Joshua Frankson7 years ago in Poets
I’m in no rush to correct the rock gods But big money most certainly has soul. Just think of all of the different odds. Cash moves with proficiency as a whole.
Six percent I need to write Something… Anything and all I have is six percent battery charge on my phone That’s all I need
By Dominick Morisseau7 years ago in Poets
I own my body and I own my mind and I own every little thing I've ever been curious about. I own my love for the things that I love
By Mary Grace7 years ago in Poets
A part of the process is understanding pain It’s finding yourself amidst the loss Retract your questions Enlarge your living
By Sand 7 years ago in Poets
New brain wanted. After some time together my current brain and I have decided to take some time as his current living habits are clashing with mine.
By Sean Macdonald7 years ago in Poets
It's a hard pill to swallow and even a harder pill to distribute What will hurt for a few days seasoned with deceit will heal never
By Tsholofelo Magwentshu7 years ago in Poets
