Pieces of August
We are the ones who love
out of habit. Love,
not because we still feel
its fire but because
there was once a fire.
We are the ones who hold… 56 more words
Sensible ability falls short of pill bottles landing squarely on the plate of justice
My rose tree branching leaves of paper; reading words of transient thought. 152 more words
1 day, 11 hours
the tremble of your hands the shake of my kneecap it was always like this we steady each other
1 day, 15 hours
My Acrostic Poems
R ead and write
I nspire and
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April is National Poetry Month, founded in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets.
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2 weeks, 3 days ago
He said he was close.
Where are you, man? Please step down, Id say.
And im playing my guitar right now, thinking of you. 138 more words
2 days, 2 hours
As the peace dove flies above with hope,
Mankind chokes itself with an evil rope.
But then the humans shoot down the dove,
Further stirring a world at war and sparking a world without love.
2 days, 11 hours
We`re always running…
trying to catch something…
we don`t even want.
We just feel obligated
to do so…
we`re forgetting that
the world has been created… 21 more words
2 days, 19 hours