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Who I Am On a Day Like This
I. On a day like this - when the weight of the world looms its ominous presence on your fragile self, I wish I was Superman
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
I Search, Never Found
I. I searched the world for a thing called love But the path wasn’t beauty and the rewards to be reaped weren’t worthy.
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
The Barrier
There’s a trail in Palos Verdes the locals know nothing about. It runs through their backyards and separates them from the rest of
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
The Tiniest Thing?
What is the tiniest thing worth? Will you know it when you see it? Will you know how much it might mean to someone else? The tiniest thing could be a kind gesture… it only takes a second, but can change everything. It could be a few notes hummed, that touches someone’s heart. I could be a lucky penny left behind that brightens someone’s day.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
Electric Room. Top Story - May 2026.
I don't talk about gods because I don't believe In any hand-drawn stories sketched by men, But there is an angel in my electric room.
By Silver Daux6 months ago in Poets
No Eyes Should See What I Have
No Eyes Should See What I Have No eyes should see what I have through the years Rooms full of horror and permanent fear Some memories rot like disease in the head
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
After You Departed
The room retains what you departed. Light lingers upon the edges of still things. Nothing stirs unless air is moved through first.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
The Town Where Clocks Stopped After Grief
The Town Where Clocks Stopped After Grief Nobody noticed when the clocks first failed, The baker simply laughed and closed his shop,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
If A Robot Made The Universe …
If a robot created the universe. Well, how could that be? We don’t know what created life, the universe, and everything – so it’s as possible as anything else. Just because we’re uncomfortable with the idea, doesn’t make it any less probable.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
The Woman Who Woke In Different Years
The Woman Who Woke In Different Years Every night she slept inside her bed, Then woke somewhere completely out of place, One evening in the winter of 1983,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Magic Paint Brush
The Magic Paint Brush Cold air moves through empty rooms a brush stirs awake in silence dipped in colour, thick with life
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
PR Campaigns. Content Warning.
I loathe a campaign even more than I hate a fucking parade, unless it’s a Pride Parade— those are actually worth the crowds
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Poets