I take the stage, and I speak clearly. Not softly, not sweetly—clearly. No violin to soften my syllables, no drum to drown my diction,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
semblance of self struck me silently gazing at the ghostly graven glares, cold creeps cradles and caresses my mind is momentarily muted for minutes
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
What would happen, if I lit a match, and blew on the kindling, and stoke the sparks of the flames. would it smolder and smoke
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
-*- Well, you are correct, I lusty called for you, when I was at the bottom and couldn't handle the truth. -*- But, you took your time,
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
Other people’s thoughts scare me more than any creature in a horror film. Judgement looms over me like a vulture, ready to tear into my insecurities like rotting flesh.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Some words can truly pierce right through you, even when knowing they aren't true. The damage that resides can seem invisible at first,
By Rebekah BT2 years ago in Poets
People who ghosted me.. I am most lonely person, I‘m gone forever…
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
Tired I am trying to still the quickening so they bring me a bolus and I stop dancing and cleaning cobwebs from the lightbulbs.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets
You bite with words you don’t remember, but I taste the blood for weeks. You laugh like nothing happened, while my lungs learn to drown in the quiet.
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
Blame it on the ADHD, Blame it on the color of our skin, Blame it on the world for how it spins, Blame it on your parents who never cared how you was,
I’ve been a little shaky, but I keep showing up. * I’ve been a little angry, but I keep showing up. * I’m feeling such sadness
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
The Whispers of the Whisperers They are all talking—low and sly, Murmurs slithering as I walk by. Six long years behind locked doors,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
