Most recently published stories in Poets.
You say that you care for me. you're there when my love is in shambles, telling me to walk away, we argue because you can't see my point of view
By One Poetic8 years ago in Poets
Like crashing waves Washing feelings onto the shore Feelings that cannot be enclosed In any container For any period of time,
By MaryEllen Jaubert8 years ago in Poets
I think I will rest. Not like the sun rests, for the sun never rests. There are sidewalks to warm and colors to illuminate,
By Sami Rackman8 years ago in Poets
I have grown to be background noise. not noticeable noise, like air conditioner kicking on noise, or the noise of the house settling.
Have you ever screamed so loud… That your toes felt the pain when it was all in your head? A sound that travels through a disoriented crowd.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
She was like a face under water And when at sunset, the rays fell on her. They made her shine, made her glimmer But that was just the surface
By Srobona Basu8 years ago in Poets
Let's not talk Silent Misery But rather violence and disarray Not sitting around wallowing in tears Let's exploit some horrible fears
By jessica young8 years ago in Poets
I can see it, you know. You’re not as subtle as you’d like to think. It’s in your eyes. It’s in how you smile at me. How you joke with me. How you bump my arm and leg and anything else – on accident, of course – and how you always offer hugs.
By Samantha De Yarman8 years ago in Poets
I remember that night, the day after Christmas you began acting strangely around me and everyone else. The way you made a swoosh, swoosh noise
By lenny shif8 years ago in Poets
It’s better to error on the side of caution, Or so I’ve been told. Better safe than sorry, they say. Use common sense, they advise.
Here I am..what is left of me trying so hard to hold on and not flee grasping and pulling into the air searching and crying for things not there
On the days work takes its namesake, darkness falls smoothly to my feet. I play hopscotch with the shadows, sashay past the demise of dormant dreams,
By Xandra Yantzi8 years ago in Poets
