Most recently published stories in Poets.
Alone in my thoughts my mind rebels, heart feels broken feeling frail. Trust I gave you; you split in two turning your back is what you do. Thinking and praying that maybe I am wrong, insecurities surface feeling like you're long gone.
By Angela Hughes7 years ago in Poets
I don't want to remember how your eyes saw me differently, specs and swirls of purity and evil, and you wondered how such a thing could even exist.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Poets
I rather be broke than a slave to an identity, shuffling and jiving only this time in well pressed clothes cleverly cloaking my pain, my authenticity
By Wyld Tha Bard7 years ago in Poets
Wasted moments feelings hurt, things left unsaid, bridges burnt. Promises spoken but never kept, memories remembered but always spent.
I am a tree in winter. I have lost the leaves that touched the sun and shrouded me in colour when the days grew short, I stand alone atop a tall hill and I am howling,
By Miranda Mercer7 years ago in Poets
Ma I wanna be a poet But I don't wanna be like Dad I ripped up all the writing I'd done Cuz you said he was famous for journaling
By N.Zbornak7 years ago in Poets
as i lay here completely bare in body and soul time starts to pass, about an hour or so. never once did i stop and think
By Brynn Azo7 years ago in Poets
America Written and read By Allen Ginsberg The YouTube version, you know The crowd laughs uproariously Is it meant to be funny?
Love affairs fade in time, Like melodies played With no lyrics set to rhyme. Stare blindly into empty abyss, yelling angrily, two strangers
By Amanda Karenina7 years ago in Poets
Humanity, through pores sweat insanity, approaching great lands and establishing Sovereignty, but our violent nature beckons days to live in infamy
By Dragon Tran7 years ago in Poets
My mother is an artist, my father a musician; ah but I wanted to be "successful" It's important for someone who can win the game to say it's all bullshit, a lady told Gloria Steinem.
Our world is far from perfect. It is not a sunny place. It is not a paradise, it is a sour slap in the face. It is a scale tipped too far to one side.
By VOCAL IS PUBLISHING SCAM - YOU WILL NOT SEE ANY MORE MATERIAL FROM ME7 years ago in Poets