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Did It Hurt You
How do I go back Why do I want to You were the one good thing That doesn't fix the rest of it I just love a what if You're the biggest one
If Only...If Only...If...
“We talked about the future like we’d be in it together.” Part 1 I wrote that line a few months ago About a slowly dying friendship
When Innocence Dies
(in honor of lives lost too soon) There is no reason, or rhyme, the next breath - hard to find, broken, grasping our chests, with hard questions like, why?
I Thought That Was Home
The house on a hill Was brown on the outside With white, and red stained trim. I thought that was home. My bedroom walls were wood paneled
Home (A place within one’s soul) Is Home in the arms of a loved one? Is home a place that you feel safe? Or Is “Home” the chaos you grew up in?
Autumn Night Silver light on the autumn trees Fills their leaves with ice While gentle breezes all round Blow their leaves to the sky
2/14/87 • buy flowers (daisies? she likes daisies) • buy new comb • buy chocolates (the good kind) • make Valentine’s Day card- homemade!
A Fool's Meal
Everyday...every damn day you ask me the same question. And every single cursed time I hand you the same answer on a silver platter. Why? Oh, Mother... you're always asking why. The missing piece to the puzzle is simple: because YOU secretly want it to ring true. And you have no idea how badly I want that answer to be real.
i know a wonder of a woman a perfect picture of duality though plentiful in physical grace i am seduced by her mentality
We belong to the earth
Feel your breath Wonder at your mind’s eye view Your inner canyons Your oceans and tide's Your inner landscapes and outer worlds
The Facial recognition dilemma
My phone, though inanimate, knows me Facially recognizes me all the time Knowing my every move, knows me Apparently maybe better than I know myself
My head hurts My eyes burn My hands shake My mind is empty I’m burned out But I can’t take a hiatus There isn’t time for a hiatus