We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

By Atticus Poetry

The devil himself can become beauty, so we are told, to corrupt mankind."

By Iain Pears

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

By Robert Frost

If you’re trying to tell me you’re not used to mattering to someone, I might just bleed out right here on the floor.

By Kelly Moran

poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you

By Walt Whitman

....finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed along

By Coco J. Ginger