First Draft

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
Looming October
The air becomes threadbare. Colors thin, almost translucent. Sound frays and breaks the deafening silence. October moves through the unraveling of time, its limbs plucking strands of reality like harp strings. Each pluck summons a ghost woven from memory’s loose ends.
By Syl De'Vil22 days ago in Poets
The Intersection of 5th and 8th
Enchanted evening on campus after the hellscape morning drive to my other campus, behind an 18 strolling down the third lane, backing up
By Harper Lewis 24 days ago in Poets
When the Hologram Cries
What lies beyond The ever broken window’s wake Who do you hug When the hologram cries Who cares when the automaton makes a mistake
By Atomic Historian25 days ago in Poets
Surface Thoughts
Was there ever a time in history When life was lived with simplicity? Was there ever a time When no life contained misery?
By Alexander McEvoy26 days ago in Poets
Big Brother
You are a safe place for me We talk, I love that We play, I love that too We laugh, not everything has to be serious I’d say we’re nothing more than friends
By Sapphire Ravenclaw26 days ago in Poets
Raging
When you see me coming up behind you like gangbusters, clear the way, get your slow ass out of the fast lane. Stop lollygagging near the speed limit
By Harper Lewis 27 days ago in Poets
The Actions of Others
wondering if performative is the word used to describe me? it isn’t, not exactly— performative means there’s an audience and somewhere backstage, a self
By Chel Writes27 days ago in Poets
the tower
when pleasure becomes pain, a smile as he turns away. i wish he would stop coming back, but i always hope he stays. there is only emptiness,
By ⸘jason alan‽27 days ago in Poets
This draft is rough, but so are my feelings
C store C whore I’m open for your convenience I broke the spell it’s show don’t tell never ask a question you don’t want to know
By Cali Loria28 days ago in Poets
Pumpkin Space
Note: Satire? KD How I long to be a part of it; That shift in the season; Leaves leaving me wistful and ready For the good days of rain cooling out From the summer’s heavy hand. I can sense in a barista’s smile The need to shift from my old orders. There are always the options: Milk, syrup, potions and sensations Of spice and incurious men. My cup brimmeth under my glare; So much cream and orange magic. I feel like I deserve to try it again Just for this season; just for the mood As I enter a world of that crucial gourd.
By Kendall Defoe 29 days ago in Poets
Nolanated Odyssey
We saw the horse twice. An even trade for Odysseus’s self-sabotage? Lack of clever follow-through eradicated in blockbuster fashion
By Harper Lewis 30 days ago in Poets