Do you know how many things I’ve never said out loud just so I could make my daddy proud? Do you know how many words I’ve learned to say
By Mikayla Roseabout a year ago in Poets
That's a lie. I heard it. You don't need lipstick! You paint your mouth with crimson dishonesty. I used to ask you... Ask you about the inconsistencies.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
This is a part of OUTSTAGES CAFE, a paranormal virtual event. Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie and Vicki. This a and will include actual footage of our experiences.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
To be as an unseen sentence in an unread novel, one must study the art of the unfound fossil. By burying yourself beneath sediment and grime,
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
The day is winding down Still got you on my mind Can’t wait to close my eyes And be in a happy place Where I don’t think of you
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I want to... but stop I need to... but what's the point I think... but who cares anyway I jibber, jabber like some kind of
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Be who you were meant to be Because she is perfect to me There's nothing more I need Than this moment and for you to see
By Chris Santiagoabout a year ago in Poets
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
My pills to make me remember are making me forget. So...I forget when I need to remember. I am twin silhouettes stitched into the fabric of a vanishing mind. One draws breath from the future, the other exhales the past.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
If Christopher had been a tree, He would have been a skinny yet strong one. With burls and knots twisting and turning, But always looking for the light.
By Xine Segalasabout a year ago in Poets
Difference of opinions, Almost with all of them, in fact. Something so simple to me Yet so arbitrary to you. How does one see the pain of the world and not bleed along with it?
By Sadie Bowlerabout a year ago in Poets
I. My mama was taught to say Columbus discovered something. My grandma, too. Same lie, different desk. They called it progress,
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
