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S & M?
'Hell talkt my brain awake.' - John Berryman (Dream Song 30) * Dear cellphone, You have ruined my life based on all your
Kendall DefoePublished about a year ago in PoetsAntichrist
I slip backwards into the alternating cloud and fog. Between space and time, mind and matter. I can’t go forward nor can I retreat. In this nocturnal realm, I can’t continue the climb without a ladder.
Anna TorresPublished about a year ago in PoetsReflections
Dear humanity, I've been thinking a lot about you… Pondering the depths of who you are, the power you hold, wondering why you don’t recognize it…
Natalie StoverPublished about a year ago in PoetsSignals
Were there words in the spaces? Smoke signals sent from a Player’s Light. Drifting, Swirling, Before dissipating. And inhaled whole
Kristen HavemanPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Aliens
Dear Aliens, Greetings and salutations, Wherever, who ever, you are Watching the people of all nations On our planet orbiting our star.
Michael LewisPublished about a year ago in PoetsIn Media Res
Home is calling. Under a spell you are led. The healing has begun. Come lay your weary head. Take a rest here. Let down your guard. There are no more worries. Let down your arms.
Anna TorresPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe little one
My whole entire life I wanted you. I tried but it didn’t happen. I thought something was wrong with me, I believed I it wouldn’t happen.
Amanda McGuirePublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Hunter;
Dear Hunter, Last year would have been your 21st birthday. Last year was also my first year of freedom. It hurt deeply that you were not here to celebrate our milestones. But the sad thing about is that if you were here, I would not be celebrating freedom, I would’ve been celebrating you. It would have been far more important to celebrate you without celebrating me. Only one of those could have been. Because without you, I would’ve never lost my freedom.
Adrian EnglishPublished about a year ago in PoetsSanta Muerte
In the shadows she waits, A dark figure with bony gates. Santa Muerte, revered by some, A skeleton queen, her power's not numb.
In Defense of Deleting an App
To whom it may so cruelly concern hidden away behind a screen, I hope as you peruse the trends you know you don't see me.
Lyndon BeierPublished about a year ago in PoetsBob's Burgers
Beneath the neon lights that glow, Lies a humble burger joint, you know. With a quirky family that runs the show, In a town where chaos loves to grow.
Dear Life,
Dear Life, You know who you are, Yes, I am talking to you, You like to be called stress in my life, I know you all too well,
Teressa RosallPublished about a year ago in Poets