Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Liar
He promised me he’d never leave, Under any circumstance. He promised that he loved me, That he’d never stop. He promised he wanted me,
By Kaia Wilkie8 years ago in Poets
Next Gen
We’re bursting through the caked mud Flowers screaming in triumph as the world comes into view Air as fresh and clean cut as the perspective
By Dev V8 years ago in Poets
Thoughts
How can you love a person and hurt them so much? How can you promise love to someone? How can you be two peoples in one body?
By Chiara De Fenzo8 years ago in Poets
Game
I wanted you more than anything. I wanted to give you the world, Hell, I did give you the world. At least I tried, You didn’t.
By Kaia Wilkie8 years ago in Poets
Hopeless
I sat alone in bed; I breathe the air, I breathe the water. I slowly submerge myself into an ocean of hopeless love and hopeless need, an acidic taste of those around me. I let the air and water swirl together; fill my lungs, I tell it. Fill the need to breathe. The water fills my soul up to the brim; bubbling with the fresh mix, moving up and down, right to left.
By Max Berger8 years ago in Poets
Forgotten
You know when you see broken glass? All of the cracks? That’s kind of what I feel like. I feel broken, Shattered. Like if you wanted to you could take me apart,
By Kaia Wilkie8 years ago in Poets
Army, Singular
When the dawn arrives I wake, bleary eyed, questioning what today will bring Or dreading As I drag my tender body to the mirror
By Victoria K8 years ago in Poets
Call to Arms
Show me vivid, Show me bright, Let's stop all the niceties and little things that trip up our actual actualizing, For those are the pins in our heels,
By Ames Upward8 years ago in Poets
Dark Little Hole
The wall with little hole on the wall that's been destroyed. Such a very tiny hole to look through a dark atmosphere, with only one eye to see or with finger to go inside the hole.
By Stefan Alexander8 years ago in Poets
What I Can Never Tell My Boyfriend
You'd laugh if I told you how much I love you. We don't do those kind of things. It's been a year and you're still too afraid
By Jessica F8 years ago in Poets
Dirty Spades
There's a certain subtlety to killing yourself slowly that makes you feel alive. A fiend for solitude, Seems a wishful death,
By Ames Upward8 years ago in Poets
Rocks and Glass
Lately, we've just been throwing rocks at the sun. our handfuls of broken glass curse the wind, wondering where did we go,
By cookie foot8 years ago in Poets