heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
45 Milles
I sit in the far left lane at a stoplight, one of two left turn lanes. Oblivious, I pay no mind to the white pickup next to me in the other lane. It's a Tuesday night in July, just past 9pm. The light's still red, so I reach for my phone to change the song. Labrinth's "The Feels" comes through the speakers, lifting my mood. I'm headed to play pool with the regulars at my favorite spot, the thought already bringing a smile. The light turns green. Unhurried, I make the turn, feeling at ease as the music plays on.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
Unbroken
In the aftermath of our parting, the tendrils of your disdain spread far and wide, poisoning even the spaces beyond our shared existence. Those who once knew only fragments of our story are now tainted by the venomous words you've sown, transforming allies into adversaries.
By ✨ Resilient Roots✨3 years ago in Poets
Red door Yellow door game experience
I'd like to share an experience I had with the game "Red Door Yellow Door." Before I begin, I want to clarify that I don't believe anything supernatural occurred. I know the game is psychological in nature. I'm sharing this because I'd love to hear others' experiences with it.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
