Most recently published stories in Poets.
No reflections of my youthful ire mirror my gaze As I pass by these cold, motionless paths Where are the streams that fed my dreams
By Connie Martinez7 years ago in Poets
I remember the day you got here all covered in goo, I thought of all the wonderful things you would do I held you in m arms and stroked your head,
By Runaway Slave7 years ago in Poets
i didn't eat that day i stared at the ceiling wondering if maybe the stippled bumps could create a constellation a kaleidoscope that would show me the way
By yell ow7 years ago in Poets
It seems like just the other day I used to smile without forcing it, Nowadays I guess I just ain’t for it. Ever since he left my world's been black and white,
By Savanah Spelrem7 years ago in Poets
The twisted frameworks of one’s delicate mind, Has one grown cold? Have you lost the capability to linger down the spiralling pathways of emotion?
By Kendall Warnkin7 years ago in Poets
They always say “you'll be fine, You'll move on, it just takes time” But why does his name still haunt my mind? He was a nightmare, a bloody mess,
Fine delicate china, gold laced fabrics, red rouge, Luxuries in life that I am not grateful for according to my father, I yearn for something beyond materialistic things,
Sitting with so little between us We don't know each other Any more than the river Knows the shore It's always passing by
By El Stults7 years ago in Poets
As I sit here, The distance between you and me is painful yet bearable. You glance at me, I glance at you, We lock eyes and questions fill my heart.
By Mallie Bennett7 years ago in Poets
I keep telling myself it was a mistake. That the night and the days were nothing. That our moments of laughter and happiness were forgettable.
By Lisa Devine7 years ago in Poets
I’m more afraid of debt than I am of death For some reason my parents don’t understand this They say, “You just give up too quickly”
By Blargha blarg7 years ago in Poets
I could bury my heart in those innocent blue eyes. I desire to lose myself in her shy, childlike smile. This heart has been frozen and rusted by heartbreak, pain, and the cruel reality of human existence.
By Kourtney Risher7 years ago in Poets