heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Ties That Bind
If God was the spool and we were the threadLife made us the fooland loves power is deadIf people would dothe things that they saidLove could heal the woundsand would win in the endBut what is and what is hoped forare not always the sameLove is a list of unfortunate choresand a myriad of redundant games
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Watcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Someone found out where I lived
Back in 2018, I started playing PlayStation again after being an Xbox loyalist for many years. Some of my first games were Fortnite and Minecraft. Initially, I only played with kids from school. It was fun at first, but they started acting like jerks both online and in person. I eventually got sick of the cyberbullying and blocked them all. I even had to change schools, but that's a story for another time.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
