It's quite possible I'm in crisis On high alert internally Non combustible but The precipice lies Beneath my heavy body.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
It’s never been quiet, this life of mine A simple tick in an endless time My past flashes by like the flicker of a flame Too many losses and I’m to blame
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
A door slams outside in the darkness. - Someone vomits and drops a glass bottle. - It clinks, but doesn’t break. ------------------------------
By Reece Beckett3 months ago in Poets
Overwhelmed Underappreciated Mistaken Neglected Abused Living Through The Realizations Of Our Power Sometimes I Want To Scream...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 months ago in Poets
A prickle climbs the spine. The nape grows cold. Something breathes where the shadow deepens. Something waits in the dark space.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
My scars aren’t a straight story. Perhaps jagged around the edges. Four fluorescent moons staring into the darkness of me. Seems as if it’s just beginning.
By R0ME03 months ago in Poets
Light’s shine, now, inverting organs, cells unlive, slipped out with the brain soup, we’velostanotherone, and let the Cosmic Slop begin…
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
a vast expanse of trees ~ of hills that one, if uninformed, might mistake for a range of mountains black butterflies flock to the milkweed flowers
By Alys Revna3 months ago in Poets
Today I had an appointment with a nurse. I hadn't met her before, and I didn't even see her during our phone call. Someone lost my appointment request form,
By Sun Bee3 months ago in Poets
It’s been a long day and nothing has changed again. - Time passed, feelings stayed silent, crushed by disappointment, clinging onto nothing.
Night is the cruelest historian. She pulls dusty reels from forgotten shelves, threads them through the projector of my mind, and forces me to sit through every scene I have spent daylight after daylight trying to survive.
By Amber3 months ago in Poets
Dark and foreboding Cumulonimbus weight Looms around her Cold Damp Alone Feeling the pitch To her core Sadness Frustration
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
