Blackout

The Journey Home
The working day has reached its end, But daylight left without a friend. The clock says five, the sky says ten, And winter's come to call again.
By H J Myersabout 3 hours ago in Poets
The Lonely Sentinel
He stands guard on everyone, Watching and planning his escape route, Tatted and confused as to what he is doing, Einstein hair in the morning,
By Tambourine Mana day ago in Poets
the destination and the journey
he found himself there - remembering - tracing the chalkboard walking that same straight line again he found himself going nowhere
By ⸘jason alan‽5 days ago in Poets
The Day The Internet Broke
It happened during a trigonometry class when the TV went dead. A nervous sniffle from the back soon spread. Impatient shifting and whispers of instant doom.
By Elizabeth Woods8 days ago in Poets
You Always Have to be the Best at Everything, Don’t You!
You Always Have to be the Best at Everything, Don’t You But after killing eighteen soldiers with ease the night before popping caps to two in the morning, dragging the cemented weight off the pillow, propping its density in front of the unforgiving mirror, the jaundice around my eyes said quit or die.
By Gerry Thibeault10 days ago in Poets
Functioning
The hospital discharged me with paperwork, prescriptions, and the expectation that I could somehow resume being a person.
By Syl De'Vil12 days ago in Poets
No Cons
I have exactly six months of healing left to do. At least, that's the plan. Take your power back. Find yourself. Learn to feel again.
By Syl De'Vil12 days ago in Poets
infernal wings
when i leave his heart behind there will be ashes where i stood embers glow, still amber like the fiery mood quiet scars still burning in the dark
By ⸘jason alan‽14 days ago in Poets
Finding My Balance. Content Warning.
Its just a fuckn Poem. OK! I just needed to get your attention!!! I keep one eye on the rearview, one eye on the road ahead,
By Syl De'Vil15 days ago in Poets
simulated and Stimulated
Gentle as the flow He puts his virtual glasses on She puts her virtual glasses on There they are Two different places in their own spaces
By Tanya Gibler16 days ago in Poets
You are binge watched
Here’s me looking at you looking at me And I am still looking Paused with a split second of silence and you do it again. That thing …you know; it’s kinda that curiosity shocked look.
By Tanya Gibler16 days ago in Poets
Are You Real?
The hardest part of every single day is right now, when the house goes completely quiet, and I am left sitting here alone with nothing but the thought of you.
By Syl De'Vil25 days ago in Poets