Most recently published stories in Poets.
In and out of love, like we're playing games I enter in your list of many names. You say one thing and show another and you become my secret lover.
By Maritza Perez8 years ago in Poets
There's something beautiful, About the way you neglect me. You make me important. An asset, so to speak. You love me, But then you stop.
By Chloe Leininger8 years ago in Poets
You told me for three weeks you have been hiding this. How could I have not noticed the change of color in your eyes. Not only red filled, but the blackness where a tender soul used to shine.
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Poets
Fifteen-year-old me would've never pictured laying next to you as you slept. fifteen-year-old me was used to being hurt, and abused, being lost and confused - only knowing heartache.
By Rachel Robinson-Martinez8 years ago in Poets
Am I a monster? Or am I just lost In this controlling world They tell you to go right but I constantly find myself going left
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
Head too heavy to hold Deadly I know Longevity definitely Can bury my soul Not a wicked character But lifestyle is vicious
By David Derouselle8 years ago in Poets
It's easier to plan a breath Than it is to choke Much simpler to pretend you're fixed When you are actually broke Everyone is watching
By Sickly Vindictam8 years ago in Poets
What can we expect from today’s youth raised on YouTube? A generation that would rather smoke weed than read, A generation that thinks that weed’s a miracle seed,
By Yvonne Knight8 years ago in Poets
Staring straight at me from across the bathroom counter I see a pair of moss colored eyes trying to break their seemingly lifelong streak of defeat
By Lavender Smith8 years ago in Poets
I believe in myself, in my ability to give and not to give. I believe in love and its fragility. I believe in the overcoming of being.
By Ronnie M8 years ago in Poets
They say silence can be the loudest noise. And I agree with a little bit of regret. Because I can not escape the noise. You shot rounds of silence into my life.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
The solution, The journey, Was never about entering the old and trying to fix it, To fit in, To conform, To deplete ourselves,
By Aiyana Rosel.8 years ago in Poets
