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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
What Looms Ahead in 2026. Content Warning.
What Looms Ahead in 2026 A Threshold Walked with Fragile Bones and Fierce Clarity New Year’s Eve 2025 is on the way to 2026. Whatever looms ahead is for the future to reveal, and we will meet it through dreams, brainstorming, and creating. We keep creating and sending messages of truth.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Held, Then Released. AI-Generated.
Mara didn’t realize how tired she was until she stopped moving. She stood at the top of the ladder, paint roller heavy in her hand, staring at the unfinished stretch of siding in front of her. The color was meant to be calming, something between blue and gray, but up close it felt uncertain, like it hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet. The sun pressed warm against the house, and for the first time all day, Mara felt the weight of everything she’d been carrying settle into her chest.
By Jhon smith10 months ago in Poets
Until My Coffin Ignites
I spell out myself Or is it I spill out myself All in the hope Of nothing That's not true There's always A purpose A goal To flexing linguistics Lyrical gifts Syllabic clippings Or entrails of my Ego, superego and Id Or collected scraps On that old dustpan In the corner Set aside until The bin is changed Space among The wrappers and rubble — It's hard to be afraid Of monsters And distant etchings Of humanity When you know How capable I am With tools of Chiseled deception And lingering lies — Sometimes The pen has A mind of its own But often that's Spin Like an announcement You wanted to make But didn't want to feel so blase So you covert it How did that get out Did my feelings run amok I know they didn't # Going with the flow Means you know Exactly where Your words may take you But go there anyway Because reverse Is not progress Regression Is not digression # People often say Your work got darker Less hope Less light Is it midforty crisis Or dead dad dichotomy I wonder So much Until I don't care — Squelching dragon Forlorn kitten — I end this year as I started it Naked though not actually Exposed though nothing changes Unsure if I even want to be your hero Of word and phrase Plot and human emotional dissection # But I do Of course I do I always do # The myth is the cover story The spin — I'm just in it for the dance and the dabbling With my two right feet Because no one is brave enough to say that Always two left feet — Self inflicted Ars poetica Like arse I used to when it was firmer # Control v leakage The dance of the poetics When you find p words instead of d words for poetry For that last bit you fumbled # The search for the dilettante led me Like pencil shavings To versifier But troubadour is what we hope for — The Boss internal That bleeds American dreams Even in Scotland Tales of hope and the other thing My friend the despair — Dead dad dichotomy Dead dad dichotomy I am sure # No one ever gets out of this alive And I am not done Until my coffin ignites # I am Not Horace your poetic horse but I am I am what I am not I am not Othello Always Iago Or the picture of Dorian Not the man —#— Strong like Roman Ego Greek Scottish pride Diatribe Noise moist Maker breath Taker Dead dad vulnerability Dead dad inevitability * Author’s Notes: Aspen Marie deserves a shout-out, because this only formed after we comment-chatted. So thanks, lass.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Rainbow Reflections
Artist Statement: The Spectrum of Us "Rainbow Reflections" is more than a song; it is a sonic and visual reclamation of the space between the binaries. In a world that often demands we choose a single "lane" or a "brittle script" of either/or, this project celebrates the "mixed genre" reality of the human soul.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
Accidental Love
Dearest You, The One I fell in love with, While I was avoiding my feelings, people and any type of connections with anyone at all. Attempting to heal myself from a year of tragic heartache I didn't even want to acknowledge. I turned to you for a friend to lean on one I knew would be there even after all these years. What I didn't know was that I would end up falling in love with you. It was an accident though, it was the most unexpected thing I could have imagined. Though here we are all caught up and no explanation. Trust me, I didn't want my feelings to form, I was avoiding it, much like I avoid many things in life that are just too much for me to handle. I've always enjoyed our friendship, and I still do. Now every time I look at you, I want to kiss you. I know that I can handle a lot, but I pray that it's not too much for you. I can't take another heartbreak. Although I've fallen in love with you, I will be perfectly fine just being friends if that's what you want to do. Real feelings never leave, and if this feeling does leave, Then that alone will be heartbreak enough for me. In the midst of us laughing, and the long nights, where I'm too hype to focus, I found happiness. I found happiness because you didn't find a need to cut me off or shut me down. You found amusement in my chaos, and the laughter lights up your eyes sending my heart into repetitive flips of joy. I just WANT YOU to be in my life.
By Hay Collins10 months ago in Poets
