Most recently published stories in Poets.
mama said, a man is the key to happiness. to follow his grey bricked road, no matter the danger signs, to her planned out paradise.
By the woman who loves too much.8 years ago in Poets
Dear money, Money shmoney. I never had problem with you, and i don't think I will have. but i still don't like you. For some people
By Okij 8 years ago in Poets
Birds fly high, wondering where it is they will go, Down misty paths and roads, winds softly blow. A little boy toddles, collecting shells at the shore,
By Holly Bushnell8 years ago in Poets
I'm standing here in the middle of the forest The trees spring up like young children on Christmas morning The virgin green leaves carrying the same sense of innocence
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
I smile. I enjoy my day. I see good people. I do good things. I feel it. Confident. Comfortable. Happy. I make someone feel good.
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
You don't know who I am. Or the battles I am facing. Lately I've been feeling like damaged goods. Lost my confidence in one whose duty is to be one of many people helping people.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
We talked all night and it felt nice but why do I feel like we didn't do enough? All I did was just listen and that was it.
By Bobby / author8 years ago in Poets
To make the billions, You’ve got to provide The people with a Device or something That they didn’t know That they needed. And,
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Losses and gains, losses and gains. Gottens and gaves, losses and gains. Knowing or living, It all stands and stays.
By Adam Pridemore8 years ago in Poets
The ink pond continues to grow at your command, occupying the space dedicated to my voice that chokes no matter how much I beckon something to come out.
By Erin Winans8 years ago in Poets
The room was charcoal white. The black wooden desk sat in the corner with a lamp sat upon it. The window panes stayed shut, never opening despite his protests.
By Alyssa Williams8 years ago in Poets
I got Ambitions and I got goals, I got stories that still ain't been told but when you hear them stories you will see the words flow off my lips like poetry. They tell the ugly truth in the most beautiful way the words that only I can say about my story and about my truths and and if they destroy you I seal your grave with a kiss and I love you.
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
