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The Disappearing Process
One. Through fervent procreation. Whether planned or a lark. A seed is planted. You plot your escape from the womb. Two. Carried and born. Needing love for years. Like a plant that’s thirsty or overfed. You grow to fill the room.
By Jim Dunnabout a year ago in Poets
Least of You. Content Warning.
It’s the small things that go first The way you like your tea with bark honey What you do before breakfast Before making the bed the way he likes
By Liza Cummingabout a year ago in Poets
Unplug
Want your good life back? Life of connection, love and Lasting full meaning? Delete your Insta, Close your Facebook account,
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
It kills me to write this
Start quietly. Be so silent that the crickets she hears… hear crickets. Leave so gently she won't be able to comprehend how her house could blow over from a such a mild breeze.
By Dabout a year ago in Poets
Flit
You must first make movement an inevitability. You wear motion as a helix, A controlled, coiling, corkscrew of deliberate intent and fear.
By Ian Vinceabout a year ago in Poets
How to disappear
How to Disappear — A Short Guide 1. Start quietly. Stop talking. Close your words in a memory, Then throw them in the ocean.
By Bansari Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Somewhere secluded
A camping trip. Witnesses. “Friends” Secluded in deep woods full of cryptid legends and shadow walkers maybe even the occasional yeti sighting
By Jade Hammel about a year ago in Poets
Footprint
Public parents provide Zero chance. Echo chambers can make one forget the permanence Of the internet. The more minute the shares,
By Kayla Budabout a year ago in Poets
Vanishing Point
Vanishing Point and if you were to draw the long straight road and you were to imagine it stretching in front of you and if you drew it in the dust before your feet:
By Robin Tennant Woodabout a year ago in Poets
The Tenets of a Nomad
1. Tuck me close at times like these, my child, my child, my child. Enclosurecreeps,it Brands the sheep my child, my child
By Lori Palmer-Tulleyabout a year ago in Poets
Addiction
Gather it all, including your heart and soul. Find the time to go on and unwind in a path that is straightforward to clearing your mind.
By Michael Owczarekabout a year ago in Poets
Has the Spotlight Shifted? Or Are You Finally Shining Your Own Light?
Several years ago, I was living what most would consider a good life. I had a stable job, a steady income, and I was doing things I genuinely enjoyed. While my life wasn't outwardly "exciting," it felt solid and stable.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets