18.25.73.16.12. This is not the coordinates of a robot on a SUNY campus; it is the coding of the robot’s age within her body.
By Ace Melee3 years ago in Poets
Tell me, If your compact blue trimmed AT&T LG phone started lighting up, would you answer it? Even if the caller ID stated:
By Nicole Fenn3 years ago in Poets
NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem You must push yourself, rush yourself, cram in that writing time. Steal a minute, an hour, work until the clock chimes.
By Jemma Jae3 years ago in Poets
Put it here? Put it there? No, not there, over here I swear! This corner, or that corner? "Fuck Off!" You're having a laugh!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
There’s been times where I’m coasting through life, Comfortable in the fit of my own skin, I’d wake in the morning and smile at the new day,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Michigan, Virginia, Florida, New York They follow me everywhere. A Poor Person Dinner in Michigan, A hillbilly meal in Virginia paired with cornbread,
By Morgan Kiser3 years ago in Poets
On the 1st day of Christmas an old flame sent to me A text that said “I’m having your baby” On the 2nd day of Christmas my ex received from me
By Earl W. Pearl3 years ago in Poets
In the realm where senses intertwine, A tactile sonnet, smooth and divine. A whispering symphony, silk on skin, Where gentleness commences, and dreams begin.
By Rasheed Allen3 years ago in Poets
I found this post three weeks ago Ho Ho Ho The Elf On this Sheft was too cute to pass Ho Ho Ho He iron out the crickle Chips to perfection
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
Engulfed in the desert's parched silence I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind We knew how it would begin But didn’t foresee the end
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
"Echoes of Absence" In the hush of twilight's tender grace, I find myself in a silent space. A symphony of memories, bittersweet,
By Spark to Shine3 years ago in Poets
Mike Coxsmall Wants to Grow Written by Nicole Poston Mike Coxsmall has a little one and sometimes wonders why… He was forced to carry such a scrawny little guy.
By Nicole Poston3 years ago in Poets
