Most recently published stories in Poets.
i once thought that I succeeded, In finding the purpose to this thing we call life, I thought my search had ended, My heart beat faster and your eyes drew me in.
By William Ellis8 years ago in Poets
Just a cycle. Life is dark, full of pain, Honestly it's just a game. Glass half empty, or half full No one will ever know.
By Aliena Robinson8 years ago in Poets
Watch the Magellanic clouds, as they're rising in the dark, Inspiration for a man. Are they there or are they not? One can never know.
By Prodromos Pitsillides8 years ago in Poets
Prometheus chained to rock his liver as bird food on a constant repeat. It's not enough for the Son of Chronos. So here
By Lexie M8 years ago in Poets
Our love is Pain Our love is Thorns in my heart piercing deeper every day Our love is indecisive one day hot another cold
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
I escaped into my mind on a high speed chase I buried my head in the belief that my sinking heart had a life guard that would fearlessly fight the waves.
By Kelsey Lemon8 years ago in Poets
A father's child may not be his own. They may not look like him or act like him. Yet he will protect them, love them. Teach them better than he was taught.
By Donald Eder8 years ago in Poets
It's hard to put down the gun, You hold it up to protect yourself and your home, to protect the people you love. You carry it at all times to fend off your fears, the monsters that claw away at your eyes, your heart, and your dreams.
By Thomas Drake8 years ago in Poets
The rain on my pedals Excited to see you. The record playin Beatles As I come in to greet you. Black and white timing, But our love is so many colors.
By Leigha Goodwin8 years ago in Poets
When I open up to you, Are you even listening to me? Or do you even care? I tell you that I'm hurting inside, I feel as if my heart and insides were ripped out,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Everyone wants to be filled with hate, People just want to be used. A desire to discriminate, Powers that have been abused.
I gaze up at the sky, there it is, The Moonflower. The only thing I watch out for, during the noon hours. I stared at it, hoping it’ll do the same.
By Raphael Evangelista8 years ago in Poets
