Naive is something I never considered myself; a derogatory sense of being. I was confident, I was intelligent; Not perfect, but close enough to be.
By Alaine Hay6 months ago in Poets
🌹🌹 Mystical Magical Awakening by the Spirit Alarm Clock 🌅🌅 . . . . . . sleeping late. . . waking up very early . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
I don’t wanna speak in generalizations, but my mother and I, kinda fit the bill! Oil and water just never really mixed; 40+ decades, we don’t still.
There is a quiet, irreversible shift when innocence slips away and something older, heavier and more knowing takes its place.
By Antoni De'Leon6 months ago in Poets
We wander aimlessly from the bosom of our mother into a world we are never fully prepared for. - We find our footing— or something like stable—
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
I mourn today. Today I grieve. I mourn the darkening of a dream, the fading of a grand human endeavor. * I mourn the possibility of what could have been.
By David Muñoz6 months ago in Poets
THERE USED TO BE A TIME... There used to be a time, when I used to get hurt, But now I am just broken.. There used to be a time,
By Utsarga_writes6 months ago in Poets
living in Hawaii, missing home, my cousin Byong . . returning to the city of angels, home sweet home . . . being Hawaiian, I too left being so expensive . . .
I have curated the parlor to match the exact temperature of your final June. I’ve waxed the floor to a lethal shine and replaced the dying lilies with silk ones, because real things have the audacity to brown at the edges.
By Akiya ღ6 months ago in Poets
Very well, so you’ll be my friend. Very well, and you’ll help me when I’m lost. I’m angry, I lose my way and you say very well.
By Majeeda Tatum-Anderson6 months ago in Poets
The hallway tiles are cold and stripped and bare, As heavy breathing fills the empty air. The shadows stretch, humming a funeral song,
Progress removed my neighborhood friends, the children of the families Harker, Henry, Hyers and Enns. The local market with rickety wooden floors
By Katherine D. Graham6 months ago in Poets
