Loving what you shouldn't, Secrets we try to keep: A "canceled" artist, Schadenfreude, Harmful people... Or maybe just that one.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
I want to believe that I'll meet my loved ones again—that a day will come when everyone I love is together, and we no longer have to worry about a clock or the stress of days flying by.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
I woke up this morning as I usually do, drunk on a history not entirely mine. I saw reality yawn, stretch, and check the time
By William Saint Valabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
Shattered Reflections They stand before the broken glass, A hundred fractured faces stare, lost, yet believing. The mist whispers, curling around their feet,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
If your first half of life was a complete mess, then in the second half of your life, you need to reshuffle and find your original self.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
In fact, it really is. Suddenly you find that you are everything in your family. It's time for you to make a decision. In fact, that is your true growth.
There are two names for meeting: one is fate, and the other is calamity. In just one sentence, it conveys all the myriad flavors in a relationship.
plants still grow in the dark.
By Louise Noel about a year ago in Poets
in reckless moments, true and frail, a wretched cluster forms *** in knotted throat. the trails unshaped burgeon here,
You are only here to experience life, not to act out perfection. You have nothing, can't keep anything, and can't prove anything
