Before that, a kitchen. Yellow curtains I chose because they looked like something from a life I hadn't lived yet. Coffee going cold on the counter.
By Akiya ღ5 months ago in Poets
Windows closed in a stuffy room, hiding from the light Finding the darkest corner so I cower out of sight. I count my failures while trying to nurse every scar,
By Harydo Neon5 months ago in Poets
Fire to the candle's wick before my pen writes Flashback to what Matthew wrote in chapter 5 Trying to understand as questions grow roots inside
i'm coming apart at the S⃒⃒ ⃒E⃒⃒ ⃒A⃒⃒ ⃒M⃒⃒ ⃒S⃒⃒ ⃒ smiles untangle the strings of my heart untwist the ties of my soul
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
i just read the same paragraph around seventeen times – an exaggeration maybe, who can tell…i lost count – and i still couldn’t tell you what it said. it all started when i noticed the word ‘hence’ was used four times in one paragraph (yep i counted)…hence after hence after hence after hence and i started thinking that’s a lot of hences in a short space and then i saw the word hope and i thought oh shit i forgot to take my sertraline AND my vyvanse today and – ohmygod…remember that former friend…why the fuck did you message them the other night…oh yeah drunk ali took over your phone…what did you say again…you better check…ah yes…the old what-do-you-want-from-me request for clarity that you know won’t come and when you’re sober you’re not even sure you want – two opposing things true at once…i miss you/i don’t miss you…i want repair and i don’t - and what…my eyes are filling with tears and i’m sitting in the window of a café where a lot of people are outside waiting for takeaway and i’m welling and welling and why am i crying oh yeah. no meds. back to your book ali. read that paragraph.
By ali5 months ago in Poets
I see them all smiling Looking so happy Bonding They try to include me But I don't fit in I feel nothing Their emotions don't reach me
By CotardDelusionz5 months ago in Poets
🦋 the blue of my MƖƝƊ unexplored and ever ̾ ̾C̾̾A̾̾L̾̾L̾̾I̾̾N̾̾G̾̾ my muted ̾🅂🄴🄽🅂🄴🅂 🦋 on paper i may ̾ ᏞᎾᎾᏦ good, but i want to ᛈᛜLᛜᚱ
oh my western church rectangle of white bare walls unadorned welcomes at the door with smiling white teeth and a loose handshake
By I. D. Reeves5 months ago in Poets
I left the door the way you liked it half-open, half a question the suitcase still smells like that last summer before I knew what summer meant you said nothing, which was everything the porch light burning for no one I counted the steps so I wouldn't look back there are seven, I still know the key goes under the mat, always some habits survive the people who made them I thought grief was a direction it turns out it is a weather you will not find me where you left me the room has been rearranged, on purpose I kept the window and the light that comes through it I let the rest go slowly what I carry now fits in my hands it was never the leaving it was the moment before when the door was still warm
My exception Stay close to me Know how much you mean to me Swear this isn't deception I want to fix This conviction You have of me
Moans in the Morning No one ever Minds I hear it through the walls It could be stretching or a blessing when couples combine
By Amourè Deezyy5 months ago in Poets
I. What a blank page may conceive. Untapped feelings, unexplored worlds, secrets revealed. II. The truth comes forward,
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
