I hope my impact sticks longer than the money More money, more pain This is lame Why do I have to play the rich people's game?
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
We wrote each other in pencil first— soft lines, easy laughter, erasable promises on the back of receipts. Then you started crossing things out:
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
Molting fingers Dead rubs roughly against my calloused palms Sweating My hands dry before my eyes do Collapsing into ember as neon reds and orange traverse crumbling bark
By OneWithPen9 months ago in Poets
Dear God, Where are you? I know you're here, listening... but where? I know you hear... me, and my heart's blistering‐
By JM9 months ago in Poets
I chose the mask of refusal, sharp enough to cut ties, clear enough to survive. No softness, no apology— only the steel of boundaries,
By Elisa Wontorcik9 months ago in Poets
I swallowed words until they turned to stone, heavy in the throat, silent in the room. Silence became my costume, stitched from fear of disbelief,
I wrapped myself in tenderness, a veil spun from sleepless nights and whispered lullabies. Motherhood became my mask— not of performance,
With every passing night, there are fewer shining stars‐ these little shimmers of light have grown so dim, and so far, that...
When the fire lights small like a candle, my feelings were okay- calm, relaxed, happy … When the fire lights medium like a torch, my feelings were slightly okay-
By Meghan LeVaughn 9 months ago in Poets
I laughed louder than the silence, my teeth a curtain, my voice a shield. Joy became my camouflage, painted bright across the cracks.
I wore resilience like armor, polished until it gleamed. The world saw steel, but inside— my bones rattled like glass. I smiled with steady hands,
We learn early that silence is not enough. So we stitch disguises from laughter, from busyness, from the glitter of being “fine.”
