I bake brownies while black holes open up inside me as I consider how many families won't have moments like this anymore
By Lolly Vieira4 months ago in Poets
what a splendid sunset i get to see tonight she wears the clouds like a shawl of many textures the clouds changing as she moves closer
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
I hate you!/ I love you. Go away!/ please stay... Youβre such a pain!/ you are my treasure... I want you to die!/ Iβll love you forever...
By Jennisea Standing Rock4 months ago in Poets
I head out to my appointment, but see an orange, tiny spider on the windshield. Is she inside or outside? Pull over β get it out, my mind screams.
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
Legs ache. Body stiffens. The bicycle inches up the hill with every push and pull I make. Switching gears. Pushing, pushing, pushing
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
and I will trade you my old call sign, swapped under starlight, hidden from parental eye. I could not forget you if I tried, and believe
By caitodoesstuff4 months ago in Poets
It sat on my tongue the fear in my mouth Carelessly strung from true north to south My entire being was fraught in despair
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
As close as a shadow that you'll never see A whisper of a prayer on a rosary bead A breath escaped in a sigh while caught in deja vu
He said he wanted me to lose my virginity with a married colleague from his work. Such a scandal unfolding, no doubt, especially in a small town.
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
Sally in fallacy. Morrow we come. A thumb inverted bent too far. Glass vase shattered pattered. Gone and as she shone. Might we fight with might in the night as we search for light, but the thing before the sillhouetted moon is an kite. Swallow and expel, stretch and bellow. Love in a mug as we trudge through sands without a mariachi band. Solemn with golem we stand in gotham, yet light be it. Prithee thyne orange story at the tory tower. Like candlelight without wax and a fax machine that isn't keen. A bet of life, yet one of variant strife. Follow me please, or deny me that. For these emotions only exist in my mind as my body remains empty.
By Dabdid4 months ago in Poets
Flying in the wind letting our fears go and allowing us to achieve dreams of gaining independence and Determining ultimately our
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Poets
The thought slips from my tongue like a curtain of sapiential red velvet. Am I as Scarlett as the Damsel O'Hara. It's then that I hear her whispering upon the wind...
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Poets
