Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
Kneeling on the Field
Kneeling on the field for those stars and stripes shouldn't even be in the headlines, it should be a crime, I understand you are exercising your right, but do you know all the men and women who died for you to be that impolite. No I think you don't know them at all, while you sit on the sidelines watching your friends run after a ball, those men and women u disrespected are overseas getting shot at by AK-47s
By Josh Jackson8 years ago in Poets
Worthy to Be Loved
Self-harm is when you believe that someone else could ever love you without motive, without something to gain. Self-mutilation is when you put the scalpel in his hands so that he transforms into a surgeon and cuts you open for exploratory surgery only to find what he wants and needs to remove from you to benefit him.
By Amanda Coker8 years ago in Poets
Living Dead
The dark sky surrounds me sucking me into an abyss, leaving me empty and alone. A few days earlier i seen people and faces, now it’s just black. I turn to my left and then to my right, looking behind me and below, even looking to the sky wondering why, but there’s nothing. I’m stuck in time and in place. I’m stuck in a well, my version of hell. Their cruel laughs and their snide comments are left ringing in my ears. Is this what it’s like to be the Living Dead? Physically alive and well but mentally and emotionally rotten. Just a carcass of a girl who once was... Happy.
By Payton Carrell8 years ago in Poets
