I trusted you with every part My whispered fears, my hopeful heart The laughter shared, the hidden pain The dreams I dared not name
By Abi Rose Travisabout a year ago in Poets
I've been smoldering since the flint was struck. In the bellows, caged only by my ribs, enough hot, dry, salted air to stroke the tinder with every breath.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I am my own worst enemy. The nemesis in the mirror. You dont have to torture me because I already do. I have practiced this reckoning
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
“For Ernesto Ayala Jr., who dared to stand in light while the system cloaked itself in shadows.” Ernesto Ayala Jr., you will not vanish from memory.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
So tired This body is barely surviving Attached to strings These thoughts are never ending So electrifying Through the strings
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
Bleak but violently bleeding Silently screaming My limit receding Anxiety exceeding Delirium increasing OCD slowly feasting
He sat inside his darkness Sheilded by the light The soft glow that consumed him Deep into the night His bones a broken place
By The Darkest Sunriseabout a year ago in Poets
In a war room to to pray and ask questions in hopes of answers. _____________ Wondering and wandering allowing one to pray and ask and
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
You left my heart on the floor, shattered as if a tornado had ripped it open. Yes, I know I was already a mess, no, mental, even crazy;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Nelly the Hoarder Nelly lived at number four, papers stacked behind the door, bags of buttons, broken clocks, rusted keys in tangled socks.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
As light breaks water, Its path, as well, is altered In a fair exchange. * Lost in the dark depths, We sense the light is near, but
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Wonder what is seen in me Is darkness a sort of light too; a dim one A chance light perhaps; like the sparkle in my eye Or the refresh in my endurance; washed to mean something.
By 5enxabout a year ago in Poets
