Soft people are not soft everywhere. ¶ A river can nourish a valley and still drown a man who mistakes kindness for safety.
By E.S.Flint 6 months ago in Poets
The house quiets slowly. Not all at once, but in layers. The kettle cooling first. Then the floorboards settling. Then the last streak of orange pulling itself thin across the window like something reluctant to leave.
By Taylor Ward6 months ago in Poets
A Marriage Of Convenience Two hands met not out of love but out of quiet agreement, A joining that made sense on paper more than in life,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
You used to laugh when no one was watching. A sound needing no witness to be true. No agenda to be more than what was reflected.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher6 months ago in Poets
Your fingers in my hair Trembled before the change I held on as you slipped Into something strange --- There’s something inside you
By Amy6 months ago in Poets
Liquid Water, Tears, and Me Liquid water filled the sink, While I stood too numb to think, Watching my reflection break,
The sliver of the moon, Barely lights up the path, As I head home, Walking, Walking near the woods. I was a messenger,
By Rebecca Patton6 months ago in Poets
It lies in wait For when You can't sleep On your own When counting breaths Feels like threats And the sound The drumming
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
I dissolve into the quiet of the grove, pick myself apart the way my father taught me. Hands clutching wildflowers, the river aids my thirst for death
By Imola Tóth6 months ago in Poets
Manage it well. A slippery snake that writhes from your grip. The Metronome ticks. Sand drips, through an hour shaped glass.
By N J Delmas6 months ago in Poets
How to recount all the roads we've been down, all the things we've done and seen? How many times have I cried inside you, have I
By Raistlin Allen6 months ago in Poets
In Bed With The Killer The sheets remember more than I will ever say aloud, They hold the shape of secrets hidden neatly under doubt.
