Blackout

We Can Do This
Times are tough and a lot a bit rough Loving and caring can be very daring and deadly Tired of people treading Love and care lead to goodbyes
By Tanya Giblerabout 12 hours ago in Poets
The Hour Before Morning
The city is not asleep, not exactly. It is simply between one version of itself and another. The bakery opens first, before the buses begin complaining
By Behind the Curtain6 days ago in Poets
Where The Pulse Forgot To Follow
I am drifting through the drywall, in a house that feels vaguely familiar. This building is a cage, yet I am floating, weightless, formless.
By Caitlin Humphreys8 days ago in Poets
The Space They Stand In
There’s a kind of person who never steps close enough to be a comfort, never far enough to be gone. They hover in that middle distance— the place where questions form but never land.
By Syl De'Vil8 days ago in Poets
October Storm Fest > Jack and Jill Ran Down the Hill💙🌸
💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸💙🌸 Jack and Jill Ran Down the Hill . . . . . . . . Jack was Drunk and . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . Jill had a Dizzy Rump . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Both went Bump, Bump . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Onto the Gothic Storm Dump . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne8 days ago in Poets
🌹Prayers at the Palace of Peace, Purity, and Prosperity 🌹
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 “ Conflict in the world is an outer manifestation of the human mind. . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne10 days ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The house keeps the shape of whoever left. I do not say the name. I let the first note do that work. A kick. A snare.
By Overdrive Records13 days ago in Poets
Corporate Workplace Code of Conduct for Meeting Robert Smith
I have tried to write a piece honouring my late father and the portrait my husband never quite got finished. It's just to hard still, even after three years. So instead of going round and round in my head I have decided to go with irreverance .
By Alyson Smith 16 days ago in Poets
Let's Dance - Terms of Service Agreement
Let's Dance - Terms of Service Agreement TERMS OF ██████████████ By ██████████████ this agreement, you ████████████████████
By Alyson Smith 16 days ago in Poets
What's in the Box
I went looking for something ordinary. This is how it started. I was not searching for answers. I was not investigating.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Poets
Where the Porch Lights Stay On
October is a town at the edge of Popham Beach where the porch lights come on early and stay lit long after the tide has fallen asleep.
By Syl De'Vil21 days ago in Poets
Hollow Beaches of Autumn
October is a place the dunes remember. They shift in the wind, whispering in old Wabanaki tongues as you cross their pale backs.
By Syl De'Vil21 days ago in Poets