I keep the curtains half open, like a compromise with the morning. Enough light to prove I’m alive, not enough to show the dishes.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The Tree That Remembered Faces The tree waited for me, its bark carved with faces, a hundred silent watchers pressed into the wood.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
She finds me alone somewhere, arid and unaware. There is only so much my brain can shut out -- bones bent askew across a broken chair.
By Corvus11 months ago in Poets
I used to answer everything immediately, like my worth was measured in response time. Even my laugh felt scheduled. ~~ I kept a mental checkout line
Life is short—a journey of only eight stops. Life is but 30,000 days. Born in 1988, turn 37 this year. A careful calculation reveals I have about 11,680 days left.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
Weaver, Storyteller, weave me a lie Tell me a story, tell me a lie Tell me a story, a tale to make my heart light Tell me they loved me, tell me they had to leave me
By Alicia Anspaugh11 months ago in Poets
Full Moon Fever “Lorik Sancti Sy, The Holy Flame of Freedom” Artguru Full moon fever got me going, got me singing, got me glowing.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
It's okay to have some fun Just look up at the rising sun Some might say "act your age" Like you're trapped in some cage
By Domi11 months ago in Poets
Like a slumbering flame awakening into breath A yearning stirs, raw yet tenderly, and consumes the lover For love melts the boundaries lingering close to death
By Pōlani Monderen 11 months ago in Poets
words are not useful anymore i release them, they never come back i wallow in this pit, rotting at the core . honest excuses i planned to implore,
By Lamar Wiggins11 months ago in Poets
Roots Ground Me “Branches Are Veins, Roots Are Flame” Gemini by Vicki Lawana Trusselli Roots in Choctaw soil, steady as care, deep as memory.
"Once upon a time…” A phrase pregnant with promise, a whispered portal to wonder, to dragons and damsels, to truths simple and stark—or at least, conveniently so.
By Ashlee Laurel11 months ago in Poets
