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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Rose
I am love Strong yet timid I am colorful My thoughts vibrant My lips red Ready to conquer I am a symbol I am not done justice
By Angel De La Torre Camacho8 years ago in Poets
Rabbit Holes
I've always tried to find the hidden doors to other worlds, and this poem is a reflection on one of those. Rabbit Holes The water’s surface mirrors
By Emilia Dunaway8 years ago in Poets
May Your Guiding Light Shine Bright
I thought this would be a nice change for the start of the New Years. I have always wanted to try freelance writing, but I could never think about what to talk about. I always find that strange for an introspective person like me; I am always thinking. Finally, I am allowing myself to shoot forward, and try the new things I have always wanted to try.
By Crystal W.8 years ago in Poets
Paper
I can never say what I want to say exactly. I can't find the words to even begin as I smile down at your loving text. Where do I begin?
By Jack Martin8 years ago in Poets
Puppet
I'm a puppet Of my own illness The sickness tells me what to do now My demons hold the strings And I don't now how to cut them off
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
'I'm Just Depressed'
"I'm just depressed." Depression is a word that we use to describe extreme sadness. But when I say I'm depressed. I don't mean I'm just sad.
By Harley Rinehart8 years ago in Poets
Dark Thoughts
sometimes I feel like dying. & it's not a common thought sometimes I feel like dying but I would never do any harm sometimes I feel like dying
By Chelsea Costa8 years ago in Poets
Portraits
You told me I paint portraits in my mind. Too concerned with the future of "what ifs." I couldn't just enjoy the present.
By Claire8 years ago in Poets
Forever
Looking around All I see A million judging faces Staring at me Can’t speak Can’t think Can’t feel anything All I know is I’m so afraid
By Sophie V8 years ago in Poets
Heartbreaker Killer Pt. 2
Then she would give them a taste of their own medicine immediately. Poisoned p***y taste good until they can’t feel no more.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
I Live For...
blurry sleepy eyed smiles fluffy white clouds in a baby blue sky crisp clean sheets pulled straight from the dryer your laughter and crooked smile
By Abby Lynnae8 years ago in Poets
What's Happy?
What's happy? Is that when you don't have the demons living inside you sharing your mind and body What's happy? Is that when you don't need to take medication just to keep yourself together?
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets