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Sleepless Nights.
Sleepless nights, what am I supposed to do? I've done everything right, but I'm still wide awake. They say to exercise both mind and body, don't forget to eat right,
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
All dried out.
I'm all dried out, and you can't stand it. You loved it when rivers were running down my face, It gave you power: you got off on it.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
Power of the Man
Reasons why women can't run the world: Too emotional.Too hormonal. They belong in the kitchen.Too dramatic. BUUUUUUUUUUUUT
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
A Healthy Dose of Self-Doubt. Honorable Mention in The Unnecessary Line Challenge.
Who are you? Do you matter? Yes, you! I'll bet you matter. I don't think that I do. I have no legacy. No one will plant a garden, erect a building, or even a small statue in my honor when I'm gone.
By Julie Lacksonen9 months ago in Poets
Outrage
Outrage is an extremely strong reaction of anger. It's also extremely valid, but for how long is a valid response? How long is too long to be outraged? No one is taking away the reasoning,
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
His Ashes Went Down The Toilet
His Ashes Went Down The Toilet She waited until the house was quiet at last, no footsteps, no temper turning in the hall.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Farewell
It Was A Downhearted Day I Had A Bad Wave of Abandonment Wash Over Me... Childhood Fears, Still Haunts me... I Chose To Smile Anyway...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)9 months ago in Poets
What I Dread About Growing Older
I am afraid of getting old. Not dying, that will come and does not scare me as much as what arrives before it, my body failing while I still need it,
By Tim Carmichael9 months ago in Poets
Guide to: How to be a Lady.
It's hard to be a perfect lady. So, let me give you a step by step guide. Be intelligent, but don't outsmart man. Have an opinion, but make sure it matches men's opinion.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
Derailing Mock Ambition
Peaceful Apprehension There was a time when I wondered when the chaos would end I didn’t want all out drama to be my only friend
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue9 months ago in Poets
Era of Dark Fulfillment
Perhaps if I touched you, passed my plague directly to you like leprosy, you'd understand Maybe if I breathed on you, exhaled my airborne bacterial or viral like 2020, you'd comprehend
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Poets
I Was Once a River
Once, in the mirror, there used to be a face — a whole identity that answered to my name. What has happened to me now? What was I, before I became this?
By luna hart9 months ago in Poets