It's okay that I feel so low it's okay that I feel so lost it's okay that I 'miss' myself it's okay that life is blurry right now
By Ruhani Khadijah6 months ago in Poets
Things are complicated theyβre heavy and they hurt the hurt feels damaging and yet I see not one scratch my throat feels violated
My hearts crack Who put it there? I canβt tell if it was a fault of my own or someone else who needed to take a piece of mine to mend their own
Old self falls away, Like leaves from a withered tree. He speaks my new name. The shape of my truest soul, Blooming in the morning light.
By Archery Owl 6 months ago in Poets
Sun's brilliant visage gently veiled an ethereal softening of morning's light lavish golden hues draped across the earth
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
Ah, yes! This looks like a good spot. Iβll just lie down right here. Oh, nice and warm. Is that what you see in this? Oh yes. This is really nice.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Poets
β¨ Knowing You are here in this place, in my heartbeat gives me bravery. β¨ I shall not fear, for I know that You are greater
The era of the abacus is over; computers rule today. No longer is free thought welcome; weβre drones until the grave. Yes, speech is still βfree,β
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
PTSD follows trauma. It does not stay in the past. It repeats itself in the present. It creeps up on you when you do not want it to.
By Pamela Dirr7 months ago in Poets
I turned the drawer inside out again last night, fingers chasing dust and old receipts. The small gold band that once circled your finger
By John Smith7 months ago in Poets
you smile at me your tongue in cheek a kind distorted simile misguiding everything I see into this thing you want to be
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
It doesn't matter if you are at the airport before sunlight Because you are still going to miss your flight. From the outside looking in, this does not look fine
By Adrian Holman7 months ago in Poets
