Things I Stopped Carrying There was a time I carried everything Every silence, every change in tone Every unanswered message left too long
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
This June I dedicate this to the brother of mind. Unfocused on the mental health of self. You’re one of a kind. Your male brain is a maze. Staring off into space with a vacant gaze.
By Joe Patterson3 months ago in Poets
I swear I saw her last night. She told me she was fine. She was at the store Looking for some food to eat I should’ve walked her home
By Chxse3 months ago in Poets
Search Results: To know KnowTransitive verbTo have knowledge; to perceive directly; to be acquainted or familiar with; to have a practical understanding of...
By Ruby Red3 months ago in Poets
Your mind is like a projector that never stops, repeatedly rehearsing things that haven't even happened yet, worrying about variables that haven't even arrived.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
The bloodsucker lies in wait, in the darkness of the night, in the crumbling buildings, eyes focused, wallet hungry. -
By Reece Beckett3 months ago in Poets
STRONG IS STRONG? ENOUGH FOR MAN COULD IT BE? His house whose lights work in every room but one. From the street he looks lived‑in, tidy, curtains trained to fall just so. The lawn clipped down to regulation silence.
By R0ME03 months ago in Poets
I'm fine when I wear the mask of confidence. But when that mask slips, the pain is uncorked and pours out like rotten juice.
By Dean Traylor3 months ago in Poets
She was sitting on her bed when it happened. Not a miracle. Not a breakthrough. Not a life-changing revelation. Just a small shift.
By Nash Georges3 months ago in Poets
Sleeping is like an addiction to me. Mostly because there's never any dreams. It's essentially non-participation in life,
By Lolly Vieira3 months ago in Poets
I gave my all with trembling hands, Built my hopes like castles made of sand. Each day I tried to stand up tall, Yet somehow watched my world still fall.
By Samara Pollyana 3 months ago in Poets
I’d tell you what I saw If I could recreate the scene I mean— A sight unseen It doesn’t need a mask for Halloween One fatal flaw
By Laura Roodenburg3 months ago in Poets
