He did not like babies. Not even his own. Of course, he was obliged to love them as all good parents must. But he could not
By Paris Rosemontabout a year ago in Poets
Pretend it wasn't you. It was someone else touched inappropriately -- too young to fight. * Pretend it wasn't you, afraid of yet another visit in the dark.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Dear full moon You give me heartache And make my stress rise like the ocean tides Make people crazy from the inside Overwhelm and unforgiving
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I am full of colour; sometimes, my colour fades, Darkness sets in, I cry and feel low; I smile often, And I can be confident,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Sister moon, my celestial body sibling I beseech thee, post Hunter's moon Imploring your counsel Confiding in you, the only one I trust
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
I thought it was my choice. One line. One spark. One deep breath. The taste of fire in my throat, the smell of diesel filling my nasal cavity.
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
They tell me I should be strong, They say I should move on, They call me a baby when I cry, And when I'm trying, It's never enough,
Haunted by You You linger in rooms I’ve tried to cleanse, in mirrors I’ve covered, in dreams that wake me shaking. Your voice is the echo that won’t fade,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Heart that Bleeds Itself A heart once whole now drips with red, The colour of all it could not keep, It beats against the canvas sky,
Caught red-handed, And I said, I know myself, a lie I know my son, a lie, I know my husband, a lie, I know my parents, a lie,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
Masked as Mother What's under- other A cool demeanor Hides something meaner Often, I dreamt of someone other To mow the lawn, make our grass greener
I was excellent at hiding behind masks for a long time, or at least I thought I was. * They took many shapes and forms:
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
