I speak, but you do not hear. I write, but you do not read. The word becomes flesh but you do not see. You walk right by without a second thought,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Poets
Third eye found in the curtain it was probably left by me last time I was here Third eye left in the curtain showing me the real healing way
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
are you friend or foe? the truth is you and all are both loyal and liar good and evil an enigma and an impossibility
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
I thought I'd escaped Found the secret to surviving The hell, I was stuck living in When trembling overtook me I slid down the rabbit hole
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Tea parties and tutus Transformed to Drunken dormouse echoes On the perpetually set table Of a forgotten spring Spread with china teapots spouting
Your weary mind stumbles Your fettered heart trembles In a sad and stubborn loop Step through the Portal The soothing scent softly wafting
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Not afraid of the experience Not afraid to change Not afraid to grow Not afraid to be independent Not afraid of the unknown
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
It's 8:30 AM The county courthouse In a city I desperately avoid Is the last place I want to be Clearly No one else wants to be here either
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Build me a storey Framed in with love and daydreams Heavenly ceilings.
I remember growing up, when the world seemed so big and I seemed so small. A harsh realization that who we are doesn't always change in size but the layers of our problems grow wildly inside. Sometimes I try to peel back the layers like an onion to better understand where I really am. But then I get sleepy and just want to crawl back under the covers in search of comfort.
By Aaron Wabout a year ago in Poets
TW: This story contains themes of mental health and self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. ... ... I've got that tough love,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
*** the silence bleeds heavy as it severs my tongue while my heart quietly hangs in the balance like a mother compelled to eating her young
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
