Your warmth marches away, its militance unsettling, its uniform a bleeding blue, until its ice breathes fire. - I speak to myself in voicemails,
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
Eight pistols and 47 bullets, "Lost my eight-hour sleep for you idiots" One slot left, one bullet down No investigations required
By Karun 7 months ago in Poets
I felt lost.. so lost… I can not let it go.. its all my fault… Everything is my fault… I haven’t let it go. The grieve strikes me down everyday.
By Meghan LeVaughn 7 months ago in Poets
Processing Pain Through the Unique Lens Provided by My Tormentors * Everyone knew better than I did, Accusing me of things
By Sun Bee7 months ago in Poets
All I fear Is fear Itself Of self My self -induced -destruction -sabotage -flagellation -harm. Old bad habits People
By J7 months ago in Poets
Happy Poetry Month, you fragile flowers and overflowing, oversharing, lovesick, rageful poets~ Your amazing 4WORDS team has (at the very last minute, shh) put together some bangin’ poetic prompts for you all. Que bueno. You’re all welcome.
By 4words7 months ago in Poets
They Came From The Dark Side Of The Moon They came when the sky held its breath in silence, When even the stars seemed afraid to be seen,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I found you not in the loud, unforgettable moments people write stories about— but in the quiet. The kind of quiet that settles gently between two souls,
By Zuhaib khan 7 months ago in Poets
It’s okay It’s not your time to go Your not crazy The sounds of bells and whistles in my head Every time I get a negative thought in my head
By Jennifer lindquist7 months ago in Poets
What’s respect If not have manners Low IQ ones look like spanners Either have It or you don’t Learn at least oh no you won’t
By Haychie_Artist7 months ago in Poets
I always try to be there for friends and will offer advice or a shoulder to lean on. People almost always keep things to themselves but it is better to at least talk to someone to deal with what the issues are.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
A thousand voices ramble Forming unintelligible noises and sounds Rising and falling, in perplexing patterns Causing confusion to my ears
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
