The lesson starts when you mistake a spark for a star, When gravity teaches your open palms to be hands, when streetlamps dim just enough to remember the night,
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
The roof remembers how we turn toward weather and light. Your vow was copper, spinning slow in the square of the window. We set our bearings not by maps, but by opened hands—
I am a memory hoarder. I mourn the loss of memories before they even have a chance to draw breath beyond their embryonic form. Amniotic fluid doubles as
By Paris Rosemont10 months ago in Poets
Monster In Her Dreams She lay in the quiet, eyes fixed on night, listening for steps, that never belonged. The air stood still,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The fire began in silence A spark against years of pain Each betrayal stacked like timber Each cruelty fed the flame 🔥🔥🔥
By Sara Wilson10 months ago in Poets
doubt haunts you, like the devil second guessing all your sins stirring fear to unseen levels raping the sanity within frozen caverns, unescapable
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Bruised by you your hands shaped my bruised face, dark marks spreading over my skin, each wound showing your temper, each breath filled with fear.
Space flows freely, following the curvature of a frosty breath— shaping and molding, forever changing. Invisible particles
By K. S. Wren10 months ago in Poets
The house was filled with words that cut like knives Their voices pressed me down until I broke I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
Body on a natural clock Wakes me up early Even when I want to stay asleep I am so tired Or maybe fatigue Is this burnout?
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
I’ve learned the hardest lessons from the things I reached for that were never mine. The almosts. The nearlys. The could’ve-beens
By Marcus Hill10 months ago in Poets
PIKTURE PERFEKT She sleeps like a wooden beam, gorgeous like you wouldn’t believe. Railroading my thoughts so I can dream,
By Keith Neumann10 months ago in Poets
