I live in darkness, the shame of those early years.
Who tosses loose coins in their car ashtray anymore? iPhones, smartphones, life is a video camera ready to shoot, destroy, and expose. No one reads poets anymore.
In fall, poets stretch arms out their spines the centerpiece on crosses on scarecrows, they only frighten themselves.
He’d seen it glint earlier when a shaft of light hit the open box.
He tries to assure himself that he's not but he can't, all evening he cries himself to sleep asking why was he too much of a good thing and too terrible for a bad thing
If only thy could have seen, Tears behind my smile, And agony behind my veil.
One day, you will see her, not looking at you. You'll be in love with her, but she won't feel the same
We're growing on separate ways I'm sad that we can't just embrace I think this is our fate
We lean on a barrier, two meters apart from each other. Facing the sea; watching the sunset, The calmness of water makes you move.
Strong Heart is poem written by Khazran Khan and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Through My Eyes for the month of March Strong Heart Today let me narrate a tale, A tale of a gloomy…
They’re hanging like baubles full moon shapes in the snow frosty footballs of light and shade
When I saw you, I felt something inexplicable. It’s as to how the universe is perfectly aligned. But no, I don’t love you.