I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khanabout a year ago in Poets
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
What traitors our eyes show themselves to be The trees are strangers compared to the stars According to their false testimony
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
The world bulges with petty avarice Reason seems not to understand itself Villains and thieves are seen as glamorous Books of wisdom sit idle on the shelf
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
"Life, Never to Surrender" In the quiet moments of the night, I find myself, uncertain, in the fight. But life whispers softly, "Do not fear,
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
