Most recently published stories in Poets.
I want to find somebody to love me the way the voice of Garou Joyeux Noël makes love to my ears Somebody to calm my rivers,
By Branslie Muffin0x Gilles8 years ago in Poets
My favorite kind of smile is dishonest the kind of smile that bears no teeth and beams from beneath empty eyes the kind of smile
By Ally Grace8 years ago in Poets
Having people tell you what you should want, what you should be, what you should look like, and how to behave introduces doubt, fear, and a sense of worthlessness
By Alex Pizano8 years ago in Poets
These broken wings won’t learn to fly These tired eyes are too dry to cry These ruptured lungs won’t make a sound This broken heart won’t hold me down
By Leah Burton8 years ago in Poets
Fantasies Tall, dark and handsome. Muscular and perfectly toned. Dominant and serious, Yet deliciously gentle and soft.
By Eunique Gaither8 years ago in Poets
I don't know how & I don't know why I never noticed your silence. Now here I am in aching tears Standing before the sirens.
By Tori Russell8 years ago in Poets
Swimsuits filled with odd shaped holes But a T-shirt covers my stomach rolls Sun-kissed skin and sun-bleached hair But my cellulite is everywhere
By yasmin grunwald8 years ago in Poets
the evil within isn't a sin see my smile wait for a while just under your skin see my evil grin shall we begin take you apart
By Kaloriinn Mason8 years ago in Poets
I’ve never liked the sound of wind chimes. They sound like a graveyard to me. Like the noise of a terrible war or the heart wrenching racket of an argument; that’s what these wind chimes sound like to me.
By Angel Gatchell8 years ago in Poets
A spark flies from a candle, flickers and goes out. An instant of life, a brief flash in time. A love, passing so fleeting
Guide her through her struggles. Aid her through her pain. That girl is stuck forever in the broken hearted lane. Free him of his foolishness. Help him see what’s true. That girl loves him and only him; she’ll never love a few.
By Max Pierre8 years ago in Poets
You may have thought I didn’t catch your words, but I never let them slip my grasp. I relished in them. In your voice, and the forms it succumbed to as you allowed it escape your lips.
By Curiosity .8 years ago in Poets
