If i were to stand upside down on the bottom of the earth and be able to see through it to the top of the earth to someone else standing there. From what angle do i see them.
Am i the one the wrong way around or are they upside down upon on the ground.
What way for me would the sun rise and set and for them would it be different yet.
This is the point i try to make as the sun dipped down under...
Meaningless. These letters all jumbled up in a trillion different ways but they already exist as words in every language. Why do I want a word? I just do. It’s this unjustifiable need to be special and for people to know me and to use something of my own creation and regard it as something only smart people will be able to comprehend. I want people to wonder ‘How do you think they came up with thi...
They left all they carried with me
Every bag, every thought
Cant turn them away
They’re too distraught
Thoughts deep as the pile
That lay at my feet
Expect me to take them
Their burdens I greet
Welcome them in
Though I don’t have room
No room in my house
Mind full of their thoughts, not mine.
(Not sure this even fits the prompt but takes inspiration from it at least)...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The rest of this poem is left up to you
I find this silly
A poem must have an end
Was the poet not smart enough
This shouldn’t offend
But I feel as if someone with imagination
Should at least be able to Finnish their creation
In fact this imagery isn’t that good
As flowers are more unique
This should be understood
Roses can be pink, orange or red
And violets a...
For the past fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds I have been rewriting a message to my friend who, ten hours, forty nine minutes ago told me she was lost. Yes, I could have replied sooner. No, I was not busy I was watching tv and sleeping.
I have considered possibly not even replying to her text as she may have forgotten about it anyway. I had redrafted it enough times to find myself lost...
This is a test of love.
Whether you sacrifice or hand yourself over you will know how much they cry for you. How much they wanted to let you die.
But will you die? Or where do you go? That is something they will never know because they will never see you again. It’s their fault. They could have sacrificed themselves for you. But they didn’t. If they wanted to they would have.
You just aren’t w...
I imagined that if there were possibly other worlds in different universes, that maybe one would be entirely different from the place in which I live.
This was not what I expected.
This place is..well I’m not quite sure yet. I haven’t found the perfect words to describe it, but I do know for fact: This. Is. Not. My. Home. I’m not sure if it is good enough to be anyones home.
The people here ...
