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room for rage. Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge. Top Story - February 2026.
let it out. . start with the plates: break them. watch them shatter on graffiti-covered concrete. scream. scream until you've shredded your voice, your lungs, your throat to
By Raistlin Allen9 months ago in Poets
The Thing We Refuse to Admit
The Thing We Refuse to Admit What we choose to carry shapes what survives The most serious thing — The most serious thing
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
I Defame, Therefore You Are
In the bowels of history I defame, therefore you are. _ The footnotes and appendices, as the pages turn and cities are born,
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Poets
𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
afraid to be me afraid of rejection happiness taught to be unattainable I never knew it though until he sliced with uncanny ability
By Colleen Walters9 months ago in Poets
Tethered. Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge. Content Warning.
fixate on your feed. every indulgence, every prayer knotted. a chewed ball of meat. * chase rest resolve and relief until joy feels nostalgic.
By DJ Nuclear Winter9 months ago in Poets
Stained Glass
Groaning plinks Crackling slink Into glass The cutter sinks 🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃 Pop Apart Line up In order Each piece Has a place
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
The cycle of life. Content Warning.
I will always fear when it all goes away, when everything changes. And I must stand tall, stay strong. Life dissolves into nothing more than scraps and pieces,
By Minou J. Linde9 months ago in Poets
Thirty Degrees Today, All Day
My Weather Report In Minnesota (Acrostic) My favorite days in the winter are when you can go out and play on snowmachines, then
By Denise E Lindquist9 months ago in Poets
Everyone Hurts You
Smiles are borrowed Pain is owned Promises whispered Then overthrown *** Hands feel warm Hearts stay cold Truth gets bent
By Aarsh Malik9 months ago in Poets
Overdue
The little things can sometimes grow too large. 🔹➡️⚠️➡️🕳️ The sinkhole. Minor. A tiny flaw. The road still held. Everyone could walk.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 months ago in Poets
beautiful paradox
I am in War mode Confrontation my Drug of choice . Warrior not living in Rome masses But in obscure empire ledge Of sandals and sand
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
Summer Dreams
ribbons of eighty-five unfurl under my tires, scrolling through South Carolina, back through my roots, climbing the thick, wooden trunk: sturdy, girth-invested, all the way up into my branches, finally leaving.
By Harper Lewis 9 months ago in Poets