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Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
By Atomic Historian2 days ago in Poets
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian8 days ago in Poets
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian11 days ago in Poets
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian12 days ago in Poets
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian13 days ago in Poets
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
By Atomic Historian14 days ago in Poets
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
By Atomic Historian19 days ago in Poets
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian20 days ago in Poets
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian21 days ago in Poets