I've always felt small.
I look down upon the world.
From this peak, it's worse.
How does it work?
More stories from Jaimie and writers in Poets and other communities.
All my love letters to you are on sticky notes,
That I slipped into the pockets of your coats,
Taped to your computer screen and hidden in books you haven't opened.
By Jaimieabout a year ago in Poets
My life is meaningless
Without a child
I refuse to feed myself myths, like:
I am self-sufficient. I am an artist. My family is still a family without a child in it. There is no infant-sized hole in my life.
By Jen Gossoo4 days ago in Poets
"You are not only responsible for what you say, but also for what you do not say." - Martin Luther
Our world is a wonderful place, full of life and beauty. It's where we live, so we all need to take care of it. One big thing we can do is be nice to each other. When we're nice, we make everyone's day a little better.
By Vetríabout 8 hours ago in Poets
The anticipation to see her, finally, was too much. I stood with the bouquet of red, thorny foliage by my side, waiting for her to take its place.
By Gabbie Speirs6 days ago in Fiction