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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Oh My God
My heart is pounding I want. I don't! Like an infant's leg wiggling against the bedspring. Oh my God! I am struggling
By Chandni Venkatesh8 years ago in Poets
Country Song
I wish I could be your country song, be one of those girls Kenny and Brad sing about. I wish I could be your everything, be loved forever.
By Kayleigh Quinzel8 years ago in Poets
The Autobiography of Swirl
Mulatto; Mulatta Mestizo; Blanca Wedita; Hapa Weda; Half cast Africana; Halfrican Mulatta: Africana, Mestiza: Americana,
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
A Bunch of Fuckin' Bullshit
I am stuck. I do not know Where I am. Where I am Going? I am Here. But where is here? I wish I could say That I knew,
By Chloe Insley8 years ago in Poets
Steps: How to Hurt the One That Said; "I Love You," but Didn't Mean It
Solution: 1 When your heart breaks into pieces and no longer wants to breathe, why not vanish them from your thoughts. Go morbid to the point where they never existed and never look back. Leave them to the dogs and get Starbucks.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Folk Song for the Few
Would you write me a letter? Would you do it if I were 6"2? Amidst all the lovely girls, I have only eyes for you. Would you let me tutor you in science? So you wouldn't have to drop out of school. Would you let me take you to the dance? Would you do it if I had better moves? Amidst all these lovely girls, I have only eyes for you.
By Midnightlights8 years ago in Poets
You Got None
This isn't a redemption game and i'm not trying to spit from the bible. If you were a true friend you would have gave me a
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Because I Know
I want to be As courageous as rain With the tenacity to fall Because I know No matter where I land I will bring life to all
By Jeniah Clarke8 years ago in Poets
They Tell Me
I'm broken, but i'm not a wreck. Through the trouble, weight on the scars of my heart. I'm the worst to love, the worst to give confornt,
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
The Old Library
The smell of old paper Sends a shiver down my spine, It smells like it’s been Here for a while. How they last so long,
By Morgan Levine8 years ago in Poets
Black Bird
Still highschool kids, that became best friends with a past that we could never completely escape, with a graveyard in my head.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Sins
A drama queen, baby, a fool, disapprovement are words that hit me like chasing windmills Friends are for life like the family we get stuck
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets