In Indian marriages, there are lots of calculations, love is not the criteria. The main aim, is to improve social hierarchy.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
First, wake before the sun remembers your name. Open the window. Let the wind rearrange your thoughts. Take nothing with you—
By The Arleeabout a year ago in Poets
Words etched in Like carved desks at school Say Fuck this place And Fuck you too Got to be a better way To express exactly what I’m feeling
By Aaron Morrisonabout a year ago in Poets
I feel the energy start to brew Clouding up ⋆｡°·⛆⋆ ﾟ Crowding me Billowing inside my soul ─── ⋆⋅☁️⋅⋆ ─── Instead of fretting unconsciously
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
A few years ago, a group was organizing a get-together. When I saw the message, only one thought came to mind: "I really don't want to go."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Has he died yet? My late father watching from a crystal ball when I write my suicide note, You want me to serve your purpose but who am I though?
By Isaac Ramaphalaabout a year ago in Poets
My anxiety demands that you abuse me, It demands that you lie to me I am triggered by love and care, I no longer remember what it feels to be truly loved
A wisp of dusk weaves through the world, slipping into the seams of the world, merging with the faded patterns of a room’s quiet corners.
By ♡about a year ago in Poets
It’s that feeling no one can explain— The loneliness inside a person’s brain. Thoughts... thoughts... thoughts? Wait—was someone talking about thoughts?
By Clifford Kincaidabout a year ago in Poets
I died last night… Not in the way the body dies, But in the quiet ache of a silent heart, Where love turned into ashes, And hope dissolved into the dark.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Dawn breaks through the morning glass, an unwelcome intruder, golden light tickling my eyelids. I want to brush her off,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The pot on the fiery stove bubbles and churns Steam leaves the boiling bowl softly Contrary to the raging lake inside Eventually ingredients rise
By A. D. Myersabout a year ago in Poets
