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The Lust for Someone Else's Life
Is…? No. Where…? I don’t respond. With the first word, they imagine the answer. Would you… Are you… They never finish
By Marlena Guzowski2 months ago in Poets
HARM. Content Warning.
Raise fist HIT HIT HIT Hit till the skin rips And you have bloody lips You deserve this Destroy your image Since you're so sick of it
By CotardDelusionz2 months ago in Poets
By the Tide
Together we're Sitting in the sand Hoping to get farther away From the pain But it remains We're sitting close But not close enough
By CotardDelusionz2 months ago in Poets
Equilibrium
The words come tumbling from her mouth like a school yard confession where the thoughts aren’t fully formed but it’s better to have them out before the courage is gone, and when she finally takes a breath it’s more of a gasp, in desperation for equilibrium.
By Amanda Abela2 months ago in Poets
Sweaters in September
Sweaters in September Normally hot as I remember Not sure what was going on this time around But nothing new could be found
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
All These Words In My Head
Every night my head explodes with things I want to say, Outta my head, They've gotta go, But they choose to stay instead!
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
Enough
What is acceptance? What is rejection? What is love? What is blame? It’s guilt. I was born clean. Yet I was the cause of others’ misfortune. I made them deviate from their plans. They sacrificed for me a debt I couldn’t pay back. I was a child. I existed. I had no history, no motive, no intent. I was simply there.
By A. Bell2 months ago in Poets
The Confessions of the Rose
The Confessions of the Rose Sat there at the heart of thorns, where love can hurt and hide, I opened every part of me, and let you step inside.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Vacant Possession
A seedling has come up through the floor where someone took the copper. ~ Two leaves. Still wearing the seed on its head.
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Poets
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By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Poets
The County of October
I bought a ticket for October from a fellow beside the county line, who wore a heavy coat in September and claimed the town served supper at nine. He warned me the weather could change by noon, the roads might become rather slick, and anyone entering after sundown should travel with manners and a walking stick.
By Nolan Reed2 months ago in Poets
Time Moves Fast Haiku
Time Moves Fast Haiku How fast you’ve grown up My child is an adult now Yes time moves faster
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets