I careen past the first ramp onto 85 on my morning drive, I go around through Christmastown and up Riverside Drive to exit 26, where traffic thins out,
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
long after the war is over a single lonely soldier rides home his only companions are the chill and silence while he considers many things
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
My mirror asked again the same question Are you going to carry it again? The broken years. The names that still taste like rust.
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
Put your hand in the box Embrace the pain Embrace the locks Pick the fruits of your desires Nothing but thieves and liars
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Pulled from the chiller The sommelier grips my body And with a flash of the sword cuts my neck My life oozes down my sides
Imagine the funerals in Texas when people had to stop pretending other people were property, two and a half years stolen
Liberation Celebration Reconstruction Condemnation Indoctrination Isolation Humiliation Demonstration Infiltration Prostration
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
A dozen shattered dreams Lost to time Woven in the recesses of his mind In deep darkness Where he locked images away Voices
By KA Stefana 4 months ago in Poets
We stand waiting … side by side Him and I in line. In ordinary spaces; doing mundane things, With neutral faces. In daylight ,even …
By Darcie M. Trembley4 months ago in Poets
I need to honor her! Me, a wandering young soul and the careful and the ever-worried heart of a woman born a few years before 1900 and who carried the emblem of her family and love for God until the late 80s! I believe she passed away in 1994 or 1995!
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
The many phases of me so many faces I see deciding, overriding who I thought I'd be chasing my decisions filling my head with doubt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
The pain never actually leaves. It may ebb and flow. Some days it’s just a faint, dull ache. Others; A volcano erupting, causing all life around it to perish.
By Emily4 months ago in Poets
