Most recently published stories in Poets.
Seems I missed the train to love. For romance, I'm no longer bound. Is that steam or rainclouds above? Either way, sadness has been found.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
Our once upon a time Forever & always; Imperceptibly slipping Through the cracks Each day, simply hiding Behind the comfort,
By Amelia Davis7 years ago in Poets
Been years, yet prosperity remains a distant memory Insidious dreams still so imaginary Lost in Hades, I sat down for her, waiting
By Ahsanul Kabir7 years ago in Poets
I fear no pain was all I said While I was laid upon my bed Sleepless nights wet with sweat The pain has not gone as of yet
By Leanne Farnell7 years ago in Poets
Walk me away til I wander back through again wishing i'd've listened is wasted on me. Taste it on me. Like it's something you've never done.
By Ashley Harper7 years ago in Poets
“Run for Gawd sake Run!” laughing as they flee Running from the Copper’s or no longer to be free Petty crimes and petty dreams of how to make it rich
By David Aleman7 years ago in Poets
Tangible in a slow rhythm, a hyper frequency reaches even the deaf. What is this consuming me through even the toughest of times? When even despair has fallen away to leave this essence alone with me. Can this even exist or is it yet another construct of my mind? Who can tell me? Questions lead to more questions, endlessly manifesting and falling away. Should I rely on my knowledge that's formed through experience or can I seek another route?
By Illya K7 years ago in Poets
Something will always be missing inside of me, the same place that tells me there's always something better to see. I need to gain anything
By Amber Crocker7 years ago in Poets
twenty-five years ago when I was a kid you scared me to death I thought you were a witch dyed jet black hair pale white skin
By Lon Casler Bixby7 years ago in Poets
I saw the Devil and the Lord talking as if they were best of friends The Devil said to the Mighty one “Let’s bring this to an end“
I am, without doubt, a rare breed My soul deviated when he shot his seed Twisted, depraved, and deranged I should've been
By Jennifer Kelly7 years ago in Poets
We tried so hard to make you realize your greatness, but the desire for a bag of poison, that most certainly guaranteed
By Linda Balboni7 years ago in Poets