The Night Before the Rope The corridor settles into silence. Iron doors closed, the sound of keys long gone. He sits on the narrow bed and watches the lantern light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
As light breaks the rule of the night and the quiet reconvenes until the cycle completes once more, we rise. Malaise denotes the theme of the day of the life we find ourselves no longer a passenger in.
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
I may not be making a lot of sense these days...as you can clearly See in my depiction of a maniacal grin...confusion is exuding from the crazed state of my inner core and sanctum.
By Novel Allen8 months ago in Poets
light is heavy shadows illuminate sweetness acrid bitterness bliss excruciating ecstasy devilish delight wicked wanting
By Harper Lewis 8 months ago in Poets
Sometimes doubt slithers in, venomous as a rattler in tall grass, hissing that I’m too much and somehow still not enough.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
Fuck a god who only comes twice. Give me a goddess, a real one who rises every spring, looking forward, always, to going down
When does a secret crush become Dangerous ? Can crushing be invasive? Sexuality sabotaged into someone else’s Fantasy .
you don't have to embrace your fears Or feel insecure my dear I'm standing in the midst of it all Let me be the pillar you lean on
By Quentin woodard8 months ago in Poets
my skin is silk, supple, slubby in the right places, pink as a promise, holding me together, sun bronzing me into goddess status not statue
I am not one to speak plainly - sometimes, I repeat and ramble, or talk in circles before reaching the point - and much like the way I speak,
By Alexandria Stanwyck8 months ago in Poets
The world has changed on where we stand Has changed the way you see each other we ask for more but do less to deserve it yet we have the nerve to pay for it
The Narcissist The narcissist sleeps cozy, with his wife at night. He thinks he is rid of me— oh, that’s not right. He lied to two women,
