Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
olive-4
olive-4
It feels like I am drowning Off the side of a passenger ship, and I am shouting Calling out for someone's help But most of them walk right past to the main deck where you can watch the dolphins And the ones that do stop, must think I am treading water just fine.
0
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
Untitled
If time does not change us, but rather unfolds us, unfold yourself for me so I may map you out. I’ll put red push pins at the places I'd like to stop and enjoy the sites of and big X's over the places I want to pass right by.
0
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
Road map
You cannot **** the yearning of a soul, nor it's nature to pour itself out through the artist. You cannot stop the soul from sharing the joy that it is compelled to share with the world. The artist is not a machine, producing nothing twice. Producing imperfections and unpolished thoughts. Producing art in it's purest form, directly from the soul.
0
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
The Artist's Soul
i write because paper always listens
0
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
loose thoughts.