🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸 Incongruous rage eludes me, “lover boy” it snared you like quicksand, I quavered you’re quelled and qua
By Edward Swafford5 months ago in Poets
Looking at the pages Wasn't sure if it was about the ages Maybe even the sages Possibly talking about some strange places
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets
A prickle climbs the spine. The nape grows cold. Something breathes where the shadow deepens. Something waits in the dark space.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
The crust of pillowy white lay at the ridges of the window. Flowing outward as a long bridal train adorned with lace tulips. The hand across my chest falls to my side— limp Pulled downward to the floor which I believed was rising and sinking beneath my feet. My breath caged within razes the walls of my lungs unwilling to trace the passage again in reverse. Sound denied remains absent from my ears. Yet, I alone know the grating of my nails along the wooden desk was not silent. My eyes forced to see what they do not desire, hold every detail captured in the image, sealing them to memory. The bonded silhouettes increase my watery blur. Finally, release comes in erratic gasps steadying my decisions and stance. Removing the circular band— oaths betrayed, again. I place it above the lit screen of my phone. The need for anything beyond my name doesn't arise. This beautiful dream slips into the past with the click of the front door and the letting go of the knob. The people met in passing made the necessary distance to the nearby station seem not alone. The beige coat wrapped around my shoulders provides protection from the icy wind urging me backward. This is enough.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
I. Stopped for a moment on the edge of a dry lake bed. II. The hustle and bustle of Vegas is ahead, and L.A is in the
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
Peace and the Dove A white dove drifted across the sky, Soft wings carried where dreams still fly, No sound of anger, no bitter call,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Eternity Is Forever When You’re Dead Eternity stretches farther than the eye can see, Beyond every mountain and every sea,
It is too good to be true To find a home in the arms of a lover It is an evil thing To feed empty words to another When one is deprived of love
By Claire Gilliland5 months ago in Poets
My scars aren’t a straight story. Perhaps jagged around the edges. Four fluorescent moons staring into the darkness of me. Seems as if it’s just beginning.
By ROMEO5 months ago in Poets
Light’s shine, now, inverting organs, cells unlive, slipped out with the brain soup, we’velostanotherone, and let the Cosmic Slop begin…
By Willem Indigo5 months ago in Poets
He stands sentinel, cord of life coiled around his back, attachments tethered to his frame: weapons against dust, dirt
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
And how could I forget The pain, The scar remains as Capture of water from the Cleft Flint Rock Wound’s permanent Touchdown
By Iris V.5 months ago in Poets
