I edged along the abyss, where even Death seemed generous. I spoke to lifeless clouds, conversation after conversation, no response.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Switching lanes I like manoeuvre Now I’m clean…. Like a hoover Mind Is always there It clicked I’m a treat ain’t getting tricked
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
Truth is born of a mystical seed Promising to sprout an expansive tree That grows out of a barren plain 𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
I’ve seen you in their smiles Watched for it Ached for it That gleam I know you’ve brushed past me For I’ve smelt your perfume
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Poets
Collapsed Starheart Last night, the sky folded inward like an apology learning its grammar. Somewhere above the roofs, a bright certainty failed politely,
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER OF THE The FREEWAY SPIRIT THE STARE ECHOES OF THE SKINWALKER SPIRIT Return from the Underground
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Terrible Neighbours They screamed from morning until night, slamming doors and throwing words like stones. I could hear them through walls,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
No, you do not have to love yourself first. That lie was born from fear, from people too timid to touch what isn’t neat, too frightened to love something still in progress.
By Echoes By Jujuabout a year ago in Poets
Living seems to be very hard, but I’m still here. Pain stretches out by the yard, but I’m still here. Intrusive thoughts plague my mind, but I’m still here.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
I know you really didn't want to leave and God knows we wanted to keep you... Now we labor in this job, "to grieve." Tears fell, now I'm numb; who knew?
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
close - your eyes for a brief moment give me - your hand for a spell, a while do you - feel my heart? beating do you - understand?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
