I am never as good as I think But my hindsight is horribly accurate. I stumble and stagger but my limbs, Oh they are the problem, aren't they?
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
I thread twilight through outstretched fingers, let it bleed into scar-subdued palms. Brush stroke me tawny cobalt and gold dusk
By Sara Little2 years ago in Poets
I was a side character in my own story, A funny thing, really, I watched from the sidelines as the story went on, I wondered what was the point of me being here all along,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
_______________ Sometimes I think I don't have enough --strength-- to carry on like my heart is just not that --strong--
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
I'm a COWARD you heard it FIRST here. I can't get my HEART back from the one I hold most DEAR. She broke it into pieces
Here is the third part of my Chicken Hearted Series. I'll link the other 2 below. Hope you enjoy! _____________________I was a chicken heart.I saw you and I jumpedinto the fast moving caronto the swift moving carouseland I loved youI feel 100 stories intoyour stories that you told meabout taking chancesabout being braveabout trust and lovenow you're gone andthe only thing I truly craveis to be a COWARD again._____________________
Knowing Drowning Still, I ask: is help my raft? Seeing Bleeding This awareness, my own craft. Answers whisper In hollow tones,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Here they come again, With torches & pitchforks, Screaming, Demanding, Accusing, But there is no blood, On my hands. I did not take
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
a near miss a yellow light i watch from down the street as the bus pulls away the sale ended yesterday faulty service faulty engine
By Trinity H2 years ago in Poets
Embracing the chaos that embellishes within me Chaos belied in its mindful tune as the atrocities of the uncertain waves began to dance,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Trauma Every month Hurting, cramping, and bloody Ptsd from all the times I threw up Tried this, tried that It's a pain I never get used to
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Before driving by... Who holds??? First, Many of them "Hi." Ignorances... cold. Cars have a response. Ability in their own way,
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
