Real men do cry. Saying “real men don’t cry” has always been one of the biggest lies. Real men do cry. This notion isn’t always appealing so men always resort to hiding our feelings.
By Joe Patterson6 months ago in Poets
Was it all in my head? You've left me feeling so confused. Is there someone else you want instead? What did you think once my messages were read?
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro6 months ago in Poets
Alexandra was always drowning in An ocean of her relentless weeping. Poor child. Will this sorrow ever end? Alexandra had constantly fallen
By Catherine Burford6 months ago in Poets
Keep out the light or hold the light inside, Folded and falling, tethered by a string; Eyes open, in the darkness, where I hide.
By Jamie LeFebvre 6 months ago in Poets
Oh Christ, I'm fucking hungry For the cigarette days full of black coffee, Tiny little jeans, and horrid aftershave When I was a nail-bitten mess
By Silver Serpent Books6 months ago in Poets
I am dressed for the funeral of my self-respect black from head to toe except the scarf to hide the bruises of your love
By TheSpinstress6 months ago in Poets
Mind scattered, no resting place in sight. Insides reeking of stress, nights shorter and shorter, longer and longer.
By Andie Emerson6 months ago in Poets
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
In the realm of verses, I cast no competition's net, No costly entry, no triumph to beget. My finest lines, not hoarded for a laurel crown,
By salem fekry 6 months ago in Poets
Words are not useful anymore. I release them, they never come back. I bask in this pit, rotting to the core. * The time of day, you dodge and ignore.
By Lamar Wiggins6 months ago in Poets
In the abyss of shadows, where light refrains, A desolate expanse, where darkness reigns. Entwined in the clutches of the stygian night,
By BrendonJoseph6 months ago in Poets
Sleep in!! you tell yourself before heading to bed You need it, You're crying every day Not from sorrow or loss, from exhausted moves towards the dreams you desire
By Mason Darnielle6 months ago in Poets