Kesha Jun 25

It’s 3 am
& I can’t get your words
to leave my thoughts.

Everything you said,
Still echoes in my head.

Your face
Constantly makes
my heart race.

My fingers always tangle
As they try to recall
What it was I was going to say.

What it was I wanted to tell you.

My fine sir,
You’ve got me feeling some sort of way,
A way I haven’t felt in some time,
And I know I shouldn’t say this.

But 3 am is useless if I can’t confess
to you what it is that you do.

You calm the storm that’s brewing inside me,
Just a touch of your charm takes control of me.

I can’t help but admire,
The way you talk.

Life in a small town
And some southern love.

Swept off my feet
By your rugged looks,
You have me yearning
For a life I never knew
That I wanted.

Dressed in your favorite jeans,
Paired with your favorite cowboy boots,
And a wide-brimmed western hat.

A cowboy’s life
Seems to be calling to me.

Soft spoken words,
From a cowboy’s mouth,
Has me feeling some sort of way.

Kesha Jun 14

& even though
Your lips
Kissed mine
Like the night sky.

& even though
Your eyes undressed
My bare body.

Our love was
Never supposed to

Be a thing.

I unraveled my hair,
The scent of peonies
Invaded your nostrils.

A smile shaped
like the crescent moon
Travelled across your lips.

Slow hands trailed my body,
Fingertips traced my lips.

Intoxicated loving,
Wavered thoughts.

My heart open,
Please don't

Harm it, baby.

Why does my poetry feel unfinished lately? Either way, a new piece, a new scribble, thank you.
Divine Dao Apr 2

Inside a warm
and cozy place

there's a
quiet open space
where time drifts

The languid dance
for your romance
is no longer torchering
your heartache's gloom
the inner dungeon's doom

To write is a relief ~
Regardless of majority's Belief

When The Poet Writes
The world
Sublimely lucidly Subliminaly By
Bye and 'thru' You

Floods are the mighty
Thought waves

And all burning

The poet is Turning
The dispersed consciousness
Stream into desirable river of
Delusions or delightful dreams

In the world of a poet
Nothing is as it seems

Focus reaches
fresh spring's
Babbling Brook

Wordish witchcraft rests
On your high peaked
Mountain's hook


I'm so glad!

I'm so glad I could smile!

So I can cover my tear dripping depressed face

yeah youll never see whats under my mask
Poetria Mar 7

I do not take offence
to people disliking my company
because they are not really speaking to me.

They are asking my guards
(outside the cell I confine myself to)
for permission of conversation.

They believe they have managed to
get through the iron bars
surrounding me from all sides.

They believe lies.

I am an actor
through speech.

An actor
in every movement I make.

I preach honesty, in disguise.

I can hear my grandma snoring.

What did
the vegan
say to
the cannibal?!

i complain to my fren savannah
about dis meat i got here
it’s too bland
and i have no spice or sauce
and can’t drive cuz it’s raining so hard
i am so sad
she say to cry into it
and i do
and it tastes pretty good

Alex Hill Jan 28

I step quietly, into this dark house
examining the shattered windows,
the broken lights, the cluttered furniture
that nobody had bothered to clean
The scent of abandonment and loneliness
that had filled each of the rooms,
i walked through,
as i had realized this home
had once been happy,
it had once been able to be bright,
clean, and people felt comfort
being in its' presence,
yet it is now broken,
this lonely house.
It's now shattered, exterminated
as nobody sees its' worth anymore
for what it has been before
This broken house,
All it needed was love.

Represents my heart </3
Hayley Jan 11

Love him one day and hate him the next?
It's the teenage obsession with sex!

Do anything to get him to notice you
Find out that all along that he's a snake, too

Other than looks, what more does he have?
The opportunity for a good, hearty laugh

Overall, what are you to do and say?
Just pray that this obession will go away

Meant to be read as a cheer
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