survival or wither endure or demise the bend of the road meets a weak alibi familiarity drops off challenged by being alive
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
A graveled road. Uneven. Unfinished. Crunch. Pause. Stone shifting. Not smooth. Not yet. Perhaps— it’s only rocky because it waits
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Everything is Different. That is the Thought that has been going through my head the past Few Days. I have been Working on a Path of Growth and Cultivation for so many Years Now...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Reading, writing and arithmetic and all that jazz Welcome back to all!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
September is here and for some it's back to school time unless from my past we started mid to late August. Back to basics allowing us to learn or review
not exactly, I say all the stars are out tonight, this August night ~ with all the enthusiasm of an overly fraught— we wait with baited breath
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Justify every action in desperation, as if excuses could hide the ugliness you fear to see. Drown out the noise you refuse to face,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
She’s not as nice as you all like to say I’ve never described myself in that way I have always said I am kind not nice Your treachery has earned you that price
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Pain That Lingers It is easy to fall into despair.Hopelessness. Helplessness.Thoughts that whisper: “End it.” It’s hard to forget pain— but harder to remember sweetness. Every day, you need a reason just to breathe. A purpose, a distraction strong enough - to silence the chaos in your head.
By Luluabout a year ago in Poets
I was Shoddily constructed Paper board Glue · · ─ ·🎸· ─ · · Latex strings All separately collected Squirreled away In a jar
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The benefactor who helped me back then said just one thing that woke me up: "A girl's cruelty isn't outwardly expressed; it's inherent."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Woe betide the eternal grey, grey for so long, darkness ev'ry day, it seems impossible not to succumb, to this dreary way.
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
