My tears were just clear
But then they turned into blue
I became water
How does it work?
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Curled petals in sync I gave you a piece of blue It sprouts from your hands
By K L3 years ago in Poets
They urge me, “say it with more feeling!” As if it isn’t my very feelings that are the culprit for this stoic numbness As if it isn’t my very feelings that I’m drowning in
By Mikayla Rose7 days ago in Poets
This poem uses homophones. It is meant to be humorous. My first attempt to publish was rejected because it was considered "a language other than English!" I'm hoping this English disclaimer will fool the system. Enjoy!
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
The tales and whispers have proven true. The evil that has lurked in the shadows now prowls beneath the moon, taking on the flesh of our storyweaver in order to deceive our brethren.
By Amanda Starksabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
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