a lot of life knows only to envenom past its own means of end
By Frankly Carter Appleseedabout a month ago in Poets
Have you ever been walking, and you see the strangest thing !? The person, who knows you or the other person next to you ! It's a weird feeling, most of us spend time doing it !? It makes us feel important !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Put this pencil back to its original point !? Make this person the same person as it was before !? The same person who will not be able to write, read or socialize the same way !? The same person who said, I can make you anything as long as you please me !? The way they all see what they can be - the way they all know exactly who you are !? Make me your wonderful importance to life, that doesn't assume their isn't a mark !? I want someone outside to say !? Put this PENCIL, back to its original point !? I want someone to say this pencil made perfect sense!
I am never interested in what you have to say !? I am negative, and also, I am not interested in what you have to say !? I am negative, I will never have food to eat negative !? I will not have protection - negative !? I will never have a home - negative !? I will never have purpose - negative !? I will never have a life to be uniquely important negative !? My mother said - negative !? My father said - negative !? Would I be poor, poverty - poverty negative !? I am never interested in what you have to say !? I am never interested - I will be poor then I will be negative!?
Sometimes I imagine, if I just had the best person in life - I wouldn't be "poor" ! I mean, I've really followed the eyes, and it said he or perhaps she is the "LOVE" of my life !
I have wanted to have a child since I was fifteen years old !? Despite what my mother said, she quite obviously didn't approve of the amount of droplets flowing from the leaf !?
I'm yelling, why - at the top of our lungs!? He said he could provide for me, I said NEVER!? He said you are important but all you need is to understand what is missing !?
It starts With sparks They ignite Catch fire In delight As lips Brush And hips Twist Our hearts Race To chase And catch
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
The blue striped shirt hangs, casually, as if someone might come back any minute and put it on It looks like somebody lives here—
By Alexaabout a month ago in Poets
Over decades I've been trying to understand this whole idea !? Who has placed a thought into the mind of another !? Who has asked for the person to be with child !?
The Man In A Camper Van In a camper van, old and worn, Sits a lazy man, with a heart half-torn. Dust on the dashboard, seats stained and frayed,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
I am Jamaican, I won't ever have enough money to find food to eat !? I am Jamaican, I'm not allowed to tell any person they aren't great for me !? I am Jamaican, not the tourist Jamaican - but the "Market Vendor" Jamaican !? The "Market Vendor Jamaican"!? Yes I know it means I'm ruining every person's effort, the ones who slaved and made it possible to live the life they have chosen !? But others made it work, and so I am Jamaican !?
