I can not I will not ever go back now I will keep marching forward in time to the ever-quickening beat of the forest song
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
stale cologne colonizing the room where I just want to be alone where I just found peace for a moment can I just have a minute
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Vessel of detail and determination. Nestle into a quality state of quandary and cattywampus hesitation. Hundreds of eyes and hands, they reach for me.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
It was my birthday. Sunlight spilled through the trees— touching my shoulders, my soul, capturing the essence of a perfect moment
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Who made her With grim irony Not a ghost Pulse frozen a glitchy mess Crawling Memory Freak out It wasn’t perfect That corner back when
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Do I blow this up now? or do I sit through the discomfort pause to wait and see give it time like I always do until I hit the point of no return
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Everybody's got that place they dream of, The south: say it's peaceful and nice, Just like Wilkes conjured up his love For a life that was never quite right.
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Poets
She looks in reverse, examining with magnifying glass, combing through the years with fine teeth, pulling at the threads of should have,
Why am I here? It’s simple enough to distill such thoughts into a Sartrian debate But presently I prefer to pass on such human interactions
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Claiming a predator’s strength, while preaching kindness you’d never extend, you lash out at everything that you are. Decades and dollars lost in the effort to lift you from the depth you furiously dig towards with every action, as you cry your entitlement to happiness and declare your role heroic in its dormancy.
By R. Byerabout a year ago in Poets
You are stronger than the beckon call of the dark places that you have traded for Light. You have been microneedled with lies
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
My name Emanates A foghorn Creeping across the waves The word A knotted rope Escaping the Hatch connecting Two living spaces
