Navy painted sky.
Cerulean lakes for eyes.
Cobalt kiss goodbye.
How does it work?
More stories from Jaimie and writers in Poets and other communities.
I've always felt small.
I look down upon the world.
From this peak, it's worse.
By Jaimieabout a year ago in Poets
I was but a teen blessed with the gift of losing myself. Don’t know when, where, or even how I swayed the arms of presence but I’d be gone. Just one of those habits, drifting away or off to a different planet. Knowing now, I was simply numb. Numb. What does that mean to a broken one? Nothing. No ups or emotional baggage, buried long ago and tossed away the shovel. Believing my lies to no longer be troublesome.
By Nathalie C.M. Sabbagh6 days ago in Poets
I want to love you, but I'm afraid
Of what might happen if I do
Will you hurt me, betray me, or leave me
Or will you stay loyal, faithful, and true?
By Dr. Kriss6 days ago in Poets
I once was lost, but now I’m found — amazing grace, and we can only appreciate the latter if we know the former. In our Misplaced challenge, we asked you to consider what it would be like to be cast adrift and to imagine beyond our human shapes.
By Vocal Team6 days ago in Resources