heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Letter to my Soul Brother
Last year I went into the desert for a Vision Quest, with my soul Brother Christian Oliver. Unfortunately he died in January after the plane where he was travelling crashed in the Caribbean with her two daughters. I wrote this letter that today I share with you all .
By Gabriela Ana / Luz Infinita3 years ago in Poets
Not everyone can be trusted
When my friend and I were 12 years old, we went on a 5-day school trip to Switzerland with our class. We were introduced to the trip leaders, a group of 5 people - 1 girl and 4 boys. They all seemed nice except for one of the boys, who I'll call Nathan. I had an uneasy feeling about Nathan from the start, though my friend dismissed my concerns, saying I tend to have trust issues.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
A blue summer
“Ask me in December,” my darling whispers to me in bed. I'm cold, shivering under the blankets. Under the second part of our story with us possibly dead. “Why are you so cold? Come closer to my side,” Duck cries. I can't hear his crying nor can I see it in the dark. I feel the wetness of his face against my skin. It warms my heart like a heat lamp. I am sorry. So sorry. It kills me when I can't save you. You're my family, my true love, Darling.But I feel us disappearing after every death, every strike against us, like a cleaver or an ax against our handholding, severing our tight embrace with their judgment. Their indifference. We aren't the perfect definition for a family. “When can we move out of this place? We need to leave before they come to try and separate us again…” I tremble in his arms. Duck sighs, cheeks drying. “Ask me in December, Red.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
