Sitting staring at the screen, a hazy fog comes over me. Even a bucket of caffeine won’t clear this smog. Can’t think straight.
By Sandy Gillmanabout a year ago in Poets
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
They threw me to the wolves— my skin and bones a perfect feast for crows. But garnet pulsed in my chest, a steady flame tucked deep in marrow,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
What is really meant by reviewing books? Here is my take in an acrostic. Reviewing is eliciting and elaborating on what a particular author is saying
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
No more for me, I say. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Please — no more. I don’t care what you say. I’m through anyway.
By Clifford Kincaidabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t run from fear. It’s an old companion — a shadow that walks beside you through your darkest, quietest moments. Fear isn’t your enemy,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The book smelled like memories Of hushed-low voices And warm embraces Of rustling pages And soft imaginings The book smelled like memories
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
I haven't had breakfast like this since the world collapsed - except the world didn't collapse. I can see both the structure of my life
By Bsparkxabout a year ago in Poets
A veil of softness, A drape of shimmers, A glint of dust, Showering trust, Through the shades of blinds, over a paradise of mine,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
They told you sugar kills, that cigarettes invite cancer, that wine is a slow poison, and pleasure comes at a cost. The worst part is that you believed it.
I wrote with the ink of pain, not fame, But no applause ever whispered my name. A quiet corner, a weary screen, Dreams danced, but stayed unseen.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Trying to rip words from my heart, turning dreams into reality, forging molten iron into steel, but there is something missing -
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
