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Back on the Horse. Top Story - October 2026.
I can't. I CAN'T! I cannot. I've tried. I'm trying. I am TRYING. The strain of the effort is taking my breath away. You can depend on me. (Please. Please don't depend on me) It feels like this is it. This is the time I fail. Fail. Failure.
By Judey Kalchik 10 days ago in Poets
I Have Called the Darkness Friend
I Have Called the Darkness Friend You call me dramatic; you say I speak in fear, But you weren’t there beside me when the darkness drew near. You haven’t heard the whispers dressed in promises of light, Or watched a thing that seemed so good reveal its face at night.
By Hannah Lambert10 days ago in Poets
The Lonely Road of the Called
The Lonely Road of the Called The road of the called is a treacherous climb, Where eternity whispers through the hands of time. Where the crowds may applaud you, then leave you to bleed, And the ones you would die for may question your creed.
By Hannah Lambert10 days ago in Poets
Abandoned, Fallow Land
Estranged, alone Plentiful solitude, Cavernous hunger for need Left insatiable and starved Grows its poisonous weed Fueling need with venom Anguish with despondency A fallow ground, infertile A soul lacking warmth Emotions, feelings, nothing tactile
By Alexandra Grant10 days ago in Poets
