Hate is as much of an art as love. Maybe more so, the delicious wickedness of imagining what you would do, what you would say,
By Harper Lewis about a year ago in Poets
Altar bleeds honey Flies kneel where the children prayed the priest chews his tongue
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
Jaw cracks far too wide teeth keep growing down my throat Prayers drown in enamel
My mind is split, a coin that will not land, it spins between lapse and remembering too much. One side erases life at my command,
Mother Moon, on this, this Samhain night, bless we your acolytes with fortunes great, as we commune beneath your gentle light
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
You did not think you controlled this story, did you? Hit that like button.
The rising and the setting suns collide for enough time to steal away a breath. They know there is nowhere for them to hide,
The stars shine tonight, They blind you from the truth of everything I am. The midnight aether acts as my confessional,
first light my coffee cools as I braid patience thin, five strands, five tries, five counted breaths already frayed. you say…
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
*I took this photo out at my dad's farm last week and I let it inspire this poem about harvest.** a house full of memories,
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
Somewhere inside is a child of light. who keeps me holding on when I want not. She truly could be such a pretty sight, if I were to let her out of my thoughts.
There are moments with you that don’t feel like part of this world, like they were carved from a softer universe where time doesn’t race,
By Zakari Rungeabout a year ago in Poets
