The many phases of me so many faces I see deciding, overriding who I thought I'd be chasing my decisions filling my head with doubt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
My love is a mirror I always stand behind; a witness silent as paralysis but not blind- oh no, not blind. Your love is a weapon
By Darcie M. Trembley4 months ago in Poets
Why do these dark clouds repeatedly form above my head? Why, I ask, over and over again? Why do you rain on my parade? Should I just blame all the bad on me?
By Manisha Dhalani4 months ago in Poets
I drove down that old dirt road at dawn, The sun was rising, but I felt so withdrawn. Memories fading like the mist in the air,
By Edward Val4 months ago in Poets
Poem Leaving on a trip via Auto, train, boat, and plane Will see Vocalites in July - maybe sooner, contingent on whether there’s any signal.
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
What's a writer without his pen ? or perhaps a lion without a den? A life without anyone by your side Like a groom lacking a bride.
By Harydo Neon4 months ago in Poets
I keep moving, Moving forward, To keep the presence at bay, To keep the hands from touching my shoulders, The claws from piercing my skin,
By Amethyst Champagne4 months ago in Poets
Calm that starts with a cuppa, The serene sounds of melody, Gently easing through speakers, A cafe setting, Vibes I take in while
Click A sharp rap like metal hitting pitch familiar pendulum balls tapping. Looking up at the moon hoping the light would bring ease illuminating the dark path. But wayward branches untended for too long blocked my sight. Click It didn’t. Click Rattled. Extended leaves scratched my cool skin. A withered hand with long bony fingers trailed under my nose dragged across my cheek. Click Unmistakable. The tightening in my chest balled the air in my lungs. A small pebble stuck in a straw blocking the flow. Again. Click My fist thudded against my chest reminding me to breathe. Sudden ragged breaths forced outward heightened by each sinister tap from behind. Click Precise. Mocking my footsteps. My heavy thuds stamped the broken road almost clouding my hearing. Almost— It's there. Click Click Advancing faster than the porch light in the distance. Night's chill pushed back, as much a threat as the grinding clicks growing louder. Cold sweat stung my eyes, timed with the roll of loose stone beneath my feet. Arms flailed forward. My knees buckled, hitting gravel and stone. Click Click Click Click Click A colder pressure on my shoulder forced my scream into the night. Heaving breaths. I waited. Click.
By Ms Jade 4 months ago in Poets
Sitting alone at the kitchen table, All my past battles rage within my mind. Not all of them coexist peacefully, Yet they all live within me.
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
He moved from one shed roof to another. He was stealthy, like a thief, but his intentions were strictly benevolent. He acted like a frightened dog.
Modifying isn’t hard you see. Hard, Soft, Sweet, Dinner, Kaiser, Poppy Seed, Parker House, Potato, Submarine, Cinnamon,
By Jscholar4 months ago in Poets
