Most recently published stories in Poets.
You stare straight ahead as you take your last breath. The cheeks that were an ocean of roses slowly become pale and cold as stone.
By Athena Bell8 years ago in Poets
I am consumed. My tongue strains against my clenched teeth. I am sharp edges and melting flesh. I have come to devour and I have come to atone and I have come to behold. I am consumed and consuming.
By V. Renae8 years ago in Poets
Andrew, are you still waiting for that text from a close friend? Are you still talking to no one, creating ghosts out of thin air?
By Andrew Dixon8 years ago in Poets
Baby, I’ll find you. Baby, I’m done searching for you for I have looked all around. Through every bar and lonely hearts cafe there’s no truth to ever be found.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Wisdom is not something that is given to you. It is something you earn. All the things you experience the hard way is a lesson learned.
By Chasity Sosa8 years ago in Poets
To create is to ache. The marriage of being happy and being creative is rickety, built on lies. Fleeting. Artists know. We know the broken heart is what makes the art.
There are some people in life That you are destined to walk beside Fated to keep at an arms length Your lines never crossing
By Samantha Reid8 years ago in Poets
Someone once told me not to cast a spell on them. They told me my eyes made me seem as if I could turn them into an animal.
1, 2, 3, defendants with no marks And 1, 2 witnesses with "serious harm" An assault case, involving alcohol You do the math
By Scarlett Vereker8 years ago in Poets
I live in the world of Tomorrow will be better The little slice of hope An ounce of optimism Gets me through the current day
Believing the negativity that fed my self-doubt for too long. Finally reaching the apex of a journey long and tiresome. Getting to this summit has been worth the labour.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
Bad days, everyone has them but not everyone understands them. Waking up facing Vulnerability and getting up greeting Anger to then walk out of your room to see Sadness having breakfast with Depression and Anxiety.
By Rebecca Rina8 years ago in Poets
