Not every tear is born from sorrow. Some spill over when the soul overflows, when the heart can no longer fit in the chest,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
You’ve always known. There’s a soft pulse, a spark that lights up when something aligns with your soul. That’s joy. And when you choose to live from that place,
I used to fill the room with laughter, not because I was happy— but because silence knew too much. 🔴🔴🔴 Behind every smile was a door I never opened.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
It grows still, first, then heavy. Silence like lead, and a fire under the skin, burning as it spreads... How could you have been so stupid?
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Poets
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
Why not dream big? You'll only wind up dead. Life is meaningless, and, It's all in your head. So why not dare to be great?
By Taylor Inmanabout a year ago in Poets
It was too early for thoughts, yet I opened my eyes and met a silence that wasn’t mine. A shape outlined by the soft gray of morning—
I scream so loud it's silent. My throat closes from the tension, the violent vibrations stay stunted inside. Perhaps one day I'll explode,
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Author’s Note: I’d like to state, for the record, that it’s not actually true that only primates use tools. That’s just something I recall hearing a long time ago.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
Some meetings are not coincidences, and some separations are only preparation for reunion. When life — often in ways that hurt —
Once, there was a door — not made of wood, but of fear. In front of it, a voice within me whispered: not yet, I’m not ready,
You were my safety my home And you didn't even know Many nights do I dream of something never to be In waking the world I roam
By Chris Santiagoabout a year ago in Poets
