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Most recently published stories in Poets.

The Gifts of Authenticity...
by hiding who you really are, you are being so selfish. your existence is not only about you. someone needs what you have. someone needs your personality.your spirit. your light. your love and you hide that out of fear. fear of how great you are, fear of your shine, fear of what people think. please please please! i beg of you that you be who you really are. someone out there needs it... i need it.
By Tate8 years ago in Poets
Survivor
Four times. Four times the rights to my own body were taken from me. Four times my voice was ignored. Four times the words “no” and “stop” carried no weight.
By Alexis Behrmann8 years ago in Poets
Hair
I’ll do up my hair really nice With tear-stained cheeks But no one likes you when you’re sad You’ve gotta be a pretty girl
By Angelica Allen8 years ago in Poets
The Man in the Room
Ever have that feeling where your being watched? Yet your alone in your room Laying down in complete darkness Your facing the wall away from the door
By Lost Dreamer8 years ago in Poets
Question to Ask You
Let me ask you Do you know what it’s like and Do you like it? Being dead while you’re alive Sounds glamorous - Do you know what it’s like?
By E. Louise Sullivan8 years ago in Poets
The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past
The Ghosts of Girlfriends past. It was not Midnight on Christmas Eve... But it was as strange as Dickens classic... And just as hard to Believe.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Some Title That Has Meaning
Creation's curiously looking for fire Yearning for warmth from cold The feelings left them old They left them cold Contracted from disease
By Mr. Writerboi 968 years ago in Poets
The 12 Chapters
Like a burning fire Like an angry volcano How much longer do I have to hide this heart burn? It hurts, it burns, All these upon each other, gosh in love, am drunk
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
Ink
There’s other in your skin. it’s yelling really loud It crawls across your photograph You don’t know how it got there,
By Aoife McAndless-Davis8 years ago in Poets
Déjà Vu
If there was a place....... Where I can sing with the stars Ride on a unicorn Fly around with fairies Be someone's prince charming
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
23 June, 2016
I drink Italian coffee in bed via French Press, I daydream of an Irish Guinness later to unwind and de-stress. I sit on German engineering and I lie in Swedish sheets,
By Mofuth Yomu8 years ago in Poets
The Big If
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a friend. That's just the way it is, and always has been, from the very beginning and to the very end.
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets