Most recently published stories in Poets.
growing up I was always told "you are pretty for a fat girl" and I always took it as a compliment until I got older and I quickly figured out that they were saying fat girls aren't supposed to be pretty so I was lucky that I was a fat girl and still could be pretty why do I have to be pretty for a fat girl? why can't I just be pretty?
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
An upbeat noise resonating throughout the room A lonely boy staring at his wrist A steady flow of tears Pain Joy Depression
By Yuki Cross8 years ago in Poets
Three Both sinners and saints are born hungry with their teeth knocked out The holy comedy under their tongue and caked in their ears.
By Megan Cruey8 years ago in Poets
I was sad. How could you do this to me? How could you just leave like I was nothing. Like it was nothing. Was I nothing? I was sad.
By Paige Bryan8 years ago in Poets
Firing out like a silent whisper, gasping for a breath with nothing but disparity. The sight of blurred lines that pass by with the strength that only comes from hatred.
By Christian Degro8 years ago in Poets
There was a galaxy in every bruise I pretended you never gave to me There was a shade of red so beautiful In every cut I pretended I never gave myself
By Brandee Youngclaus8 years ago in Poets
I walk these halls Surrounded by familiar faces That are not so familiar anymore Kids I used to know and play with Are now ghosts of people i see
By Lee Valdivia8 years ago in Poets
You are such a bad habit. One that crowds my mind and sets my heart on fire. But how exactly is it fair That I, standing here, am caught ablaze by you
Gazing at the stars in the sky Dreaming of beautiful memories Searching for the light up high And the big place in this world it leaves
By Lilas Jasmine8 years ago in Poets
How come when I leave the room it feels like you sayin somethin, am I just paranoid or goin crazy? My mind stay racing, I can't take it
By Bubba J Krunkk8 years ago in Poets
When I close my eyes and focus on my breath, I don't see what you would traditionally expect to see. I don't see peace. I don't see harmony.
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
My toes carry the weight of my feet, My feet carry the weight of my ankles. My ankles carry the weight of my calve, My calf carries the weight of my knee,
By Bella Fulk8 years ago in Poets
