When that which is wrought is from darkness And the spaces between the words spoken Are at times are less and few less and few
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
I feel it on the other side of my head… Some creature with arms spread and a gaping mouth that could swallow whole someone larger than itself.
By Gabriel B. Shames5 months ago in Poets
that's the past... it's behind you... what's dead shouldn't be conjured back but that's just what they do when they got you
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
You hold me like a promise and use me like a knife Seems the only time we feel is when it hurts We carelessly play with the fire
He hung himself today. I guess the pain became too great. Lord knows if he fought it. All I know is he disappeared. He played with the noose for some time.
By D.P. Cason5 months ago in Poets
Mist feels the air with uncertainty and dispear Dry agonizing trees that have turned brown With leaves falling like they have lost their worth
By Maropeng Gama 5 months ago in Poets
I’m fine. My head is clouded. A thick fog is blinding my line of sight while life is passing me by. Living on autopilot,
By Andre The First5 months ago in Poets
I hear a voice It's from inside my head The soft whisper Don't Turn Around I can feel my lungs freeze I choke as if I am out of breath
By J.W. Baird5 months ago in Poets
Just a room where I’ve turned the volume down so I can hear myself think. At a distance, a locked door: arms crossed, eyes somewhere else, mouth shut. I threw the key.
By ROMEO5 months ago in Poets
Teachers Under Pressure The bell still rings though spirits fade, Another lesson carefully laid, Smiles are worn through weary eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem,
 that crack beneath the stars and stripes,
 the hiss of something hungry 
slipping through the seams of a nation
that once swore never again.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
This is for your own good A parent would say as they punish or take. A phone, a friendship, a choice. Take. Take. Take. Amazing how concern always seems to travel one way.
By Chel Writes5 months ago in Poets
