I’m on my way back home again. Last dog-eared ticket in my pocket – time for it to finally unfurl. I’m on my way back home again.
By Cristal S.8 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am The road was empty, silent, frozen still, At 4am where breath turned into smoke, My hands were shaking on that broken wheel,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
you're a shit writer but you make a good muse because I've been full of fire and you just lit the fuse You think I’m inauthentic
By Raine Fielder8 months ago in Poets
I haven't written anything in a long time and it's because, as of right now, I've run out of creative ways to express my frustration. And then, I decided, I don't need to be overly creative to express any of what I'm feeling.
By Donny Foley8 months ago in Poets
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Botero8 months ago in Poets
You shouldn't be here. She was chosen over me. Your rehearsed, half-hearted apologies NOT accepted. You mistook my silence for softness,
By Julie Lacksonen8 months ago in Poets
You climb the trees again, slowly — I take my knees, remembering you as the day is long. Your metallic rays, g l i s t e n i n g
By Pixel Floyd8 months ago in Poets
A weary whimper and soft sigh Went almost unnoticed that day. Our lives limped drearily along Washed out; devoid of colour
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶8 months ago in Poets
I sat in the middle with myself, split clean in two for longer than I’d like to admit. - One half reaching back screaming, pleading
By Latisha Jean8 months ago in Poets
A tour of humility and not defeat. A position of victory, all is His glory. Remade over head to toe, a vision of Cinderella at the ball
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson8 months ago in Poets
The Wizard gave me a toy A heart-shaped clock that goes tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock— a hollow rhythm for a hollow man.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
Weather The Sea Storms The sea does not wait, it does not ask if you are ready, it rises when it rises, and you are left to face it
