I bake brownies while black holes open up inside me as I consider how many families won't have moments like this anymore
By Lolly Vieira5 months ago in Poets
But it's not about the expectation, the next breath, the next line, its like gravity, it just happens without thinking;
By Bex Jordan5 months ago in Poets
I hate you!/ I love you. Go away!/ please stay... You’re such a pain!/ you are my treasure... I want you to die!/ I’ll love you forever...
By Jennisea Standing Rock5 months ago in Poets
It laughs, it taunts, jeering But no one sees it sneering. It waits, for you, beware Finding the courage to stare. It digs, its claws, to trace
By Laura Lann5 months ago in Poets
A stone belfry looms in the distance Hairs on the back of my neck Prickle at its resonant insistence I must mount the sacred stairs
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
I just am the way I am, though it’s not who I want to be. I assume within my mind that something is wrong with me Im not normal with the way I think.
By Yalisa Matos5 months ago in Poets
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 5 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 Patterson5 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 Chxse5 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 Red5 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 sharing5 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 Beckett5 months ago in Poets
