My fate has attained the unattainable,
Making amends with my emotions.
Once sorrowful to my fortune;
I now stand solid and poised.
Fate reversed at first glance;
A cherub buried deep within the foliage of society.
As seasons changed so did adoration.
The sun shined blissfully as we shared our first laugh,
Showering amongst our first smile.
Destiny was altered as we shared our first ki
Published Stories » Poetry
An Unquestionable Change of Fate
Posted by megstuh 274 days ago (Story)
The Boooty
Posted by giselly 366 days ago (Story)
I live for the booty
I’ll sing for the booty
I’ll even lie for the booty
I’ll protect it as if it was a duty
I’ll dance for the booty
I’ll even dye my hair for the booty
All of these acts of will make me wonder
If all of this including me will go asunder
My negativity will get to me like a flesh eating disease
I’ll use that excuse to for my quick escape and flee
I’m not accusto
I’ll sing for the booty
I’ll even lie for the booty
I’ll protect it as if it was a duty
I’ll dance for the booty
I’ll even dye my hair for the booty
All of these acts of will make me wonder
If all of this including me will go asunder
My negativity will get to me like a flesh eating disease
I’ll use that excuse to for my quick escape and flee
I’m not accusto
Written Off
Posted by aerodaydreams 420 days ago (Story)
She wrote herself off
Scratched herself off of the list
And she wonders
Will she ever be missed?
Is the world moving
Just passing her by?
Or did she let it get away
When she sat down to cry?
She can't change the scratch
It's a permanent pen
If only she could learn how
To write her name down again
And she wonders
"Do I have to be just one
Of the millions of names?
Or can I start my
Scratched herself off of the list
And she wonders
Will she ever be missed?
Is the world moving
Just passing her by?
Or did she let it get away
When she sat down to cry?
She can't change the scratch
It's a permanent pen
If only she could learn how
To write her name down again
And she wonders
"Do I have to be just one
Of the millions of names?
Or can I start my
What Am I Looking for?
Posted by Thunderwave 422 days ago (Story)
Looking into the the stars of night
Watch and wait for something to grant my desire
to continue the morning stars
Despair my dream and honor raising into the sky
Travel along by the stars
Reaping the shadow of night desperate search
for the moon
Watch and wait for something to grant my desire
to continue the morning stars
Despair my dream and honor raising into the sky
Travel along by the stars
Reaping the shadow of night desperate search
for the moon
Some shitty freeverse
Posted by Epitrope 425 days ago (Story)
I play chicken with the lawnmower man
He drives around me,
flinging snipped grass in my face
as he paces
impatiently.
The sun is above me
and below me is about ten feet
of virgin grass.
He'll have to rape me first,
then finish his job.
He drives around me,
flinging snipped grass in my face
as he paces
impatiently.
The sun is above me
and below me is about ten feet
of virgin grass.
He'll have to rape me first,
then finish his job.
White Dwarfs and Nebulas
Posted by aerodaydreams 427 days ago (Story)
I've been chasing my dreams across the stars
Did I really come so far
Just to let them burn to ash?
I was a star once myself
Burning so bright
I didn't realize the size of me
Lost within this sea
This galaxy
Much too small, little me
Burning so bright
But such a short life expectancy
How can I be a giant when I'm already dwarfed?
My colors fade from me
I collapse into eternity
Scatt
Did I really come so far
Just to let them burn to ash?
I was a star once myself
Burning so bright
I didn't realize the size of me
Lost within this sea
This galaxy
Much too small, little me
Burning so bright
But such a short life expectancy
How can I be a giant when I'm already dwarfed?
My colors fade from me
I collapse into eternity
Scatt
what kills poets
Posted by MRMerris 427 days ago (Story)
what kills poets
to Jack Mitcheline
you know what kills poets?
it’s not the
the booze or the dope
or the unending knots
in their stomachs
from hunger or a poem trying to be born
but
seeing innocent faces
bent by tears and pain
over the
years to a singed remembrance
of the eagles feathers they once were.
to Jack Mitcheline
you know what kills poets?
it’s not the
the booze or the dope
or the unending knots
in their stomachs
from hunger or a poem trying to be born
but
seeing innocent faces
bent by tears and pain
over the
years to a singed remembrance
of the eagles feathers they once were.
Here on Earth
Posted by Nimrod 427 days ago (Story)Can you hear the music of our souls?
Screaming for peace in the deepest holes of anger
Urging for evasion, dying to know
The acid test of their lives
Here on Earth!
Masked people wandering around
Looking for acceptance before their sins are found
Flowing ideas revolving our rivers red
We are victims of our own bleeding existence
Can you hear the music of our souls?
Screaming for
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