Here I am, standing in the desert underneath the sun I thought one day i'll no longer have anything to write from I have written quite alot but feel like I haven't written enough
By Harydo Neonabout a year ago in Poets
I think back to all the times my mother has praised me for my appearance Kept beauty as my #1 trait And weakness 2nd The way she couldn’t believe that “someone like me” came from “someone like her”
By Bria Castañónabout a year ago in Poets
“Soon, when all is well, you’re going to look back on this period of your life and be so glad that you never gave up.” Every single trial and challenge
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Don’t let your food get cold watching someone else’s plate.” Our lives and our time is far too precious to waste on comparing ourselves to others.
“Mistakes are proof that you’re trying.” ‘Mistakes’ are stepping-stones in our lives so that we can become the best version of ourselves.
“Always remember that your present situation is not your final destination. The best is yet to come.” This can be hard to remember
“The tongue has no bones, but it is strong enough to break a heart. So be careful with your words.” What we say can have an incredible effect
I no longer chase the horizon — I let the light come find me. There is a discipline in stillness, a dignity in restraint,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Cathedral of Cracks My heart was never marble, never spotless, never sure; It’s brick and plaster, rent-controlled, resistant, and half impure.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Letters to the Unsent I’ve written you in weathered ink and drafts I never name, in subject lines that start with truth, then backspace into blame.
Hands Full of Weather I wake with thunderstorms in wrists, with drizzle in my knees, a barometer behind my eyes that never quite agrees.
