heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
the chairman
Packing up his house was a sensation of numbness. There was a stinging in my eye but no tears were left to come out. Everything fits into perfect little boxes. The vinyls, his cigarette reeking flannels, the pictures of us as kids, all the memories of the good times. Perfect little boxes. Except the chair.
By Elizabeth Kefauver4 years ago in Poets
Bottom Of The Barrel
(All my stories on Vocal were deleted. Vocal disabled my account without telling me why and all my previous works were deleted. I demanded they fix the issues and they have just ignored me after saying they can't do it. This is my final poem because I can no longer trust Vocal. Backup all your stuff before you lose your writing too. I am already using a different platform for my writing that pays you per novel and viewership subscription to your writing.)
By Meredith Lynne McLarty4 years ago in Poets
