Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
My World
Sit alone at the top if my world, watching it burn to the ground; Bells ringing and the ambers cracking. The great buildings that once stood tall turn to ashes it's a long way down but when I get there I'll have nothing to show. I've seen my city burn. What more pain could you put me through? I could rebuild an empire to have it set ablaze and that still couldn't touch the pain that was put in my heart the day my city, nay my world, turn to ash around me. A legacy rebuild and remembered by everything we despise. Loathing, Hypocrisy, Fear. As the bells stopped so does Another mortal life giving birth to another truly immortal thought.
By Deadman Roselia Theodor Tompkins8 years ago in Poets
Daddy's Little Disappointment
Excuse me dad can I set up an appointment? Or are you going to give me disappointment? Let's share a beer over the years I spent without you. Maybe I'll go to the dealership looking to purchase the relationship. Yes I'm a baddie with daddy issues you made me this way. You say I'm throwing a pity party that's kinda gritty but I learned it from you anyway.
By Feeling Brand New8 years ago in Poets
The Language of Love
Love is a language not found on Google translate, love is a language found in pulsing veins, and deafening heart beats, clammy hands, shaking voices and stomaches, dropped so low they've reached a new climate. The world will claim to speak fluently, but do not be fooled, they are speaking a middle school made up gibberish, compared to the authenticity of morning songbirds, fresh dew on a rose petal, a mother bear's ferocity for their baby's safety. You will not find this language on Beyonce's tongue, Dre's beat, or the over formulated melody of One Direction's newest single.. they cannot begin to comprehend the true language of love whispered in the majestic mountains, cackled from the fast running rivers, from deafening whisper of a rain fall on the Sahara... Like most languages, you will discover it, in its true form by immersion, to drown yourself in it, to be wrapped up in it so tight you can no longer take in oxygen to your brain but rather, suck in love to fill your lungs.. Go to your nearest hospital and enter the birthing wing, sit in a corner and just listen... The newborn babies cries being soothed by there exhausted and overjoyed mothers, the sobs of wonderment from father's eyes that they have created life.. Look into the pupils of those riddled with bullet wounds of life.. Because... Only then... will you learn the true language of love..
By Matthew Wilson8 years ago in Poets
Skyler Pittman
Sky is the girl that everyone thinks they know. We believe that she is as predictable and easy to read as the rest of us. We proclaim that her faults and flaws and mistakes are things that we can expect, like we have bets on who called it first. Everyone thinks that they know Sky, but they don't know the half of it.
By something wilde8 years ago in Poets
