Most recently published stories in Poets.
As the stars gaze down upon us and the silent wind brushes by I’m left to wonder and think about this so called “Life.” Red roses and blue oceans,
By Azi B8 years ago in Poets
a thinspo site uses my weight in the Before picture and i remember exactly when things hurt the most. the nights spent watching food network on the elliptical, learning to associate kitchens with burning legs. the middle school poetry about skeleton bodies. the smirks that always said you’re never going to be the thing you want to be. the wanting that always came back louder.
By m t8 years ago in Poets
The Main protagonist betrayed by a friend, with disrespect and ignorance. A change of location, A change within his circle,
By Trey Stevens8 years ago in Poets
i wish i had a fella named Kenno that smiled at me right that talked to me right that laughed with me right that joked with me right
By Imam Qadriyyah Mabel-Dorothy8 years ago in Poets
The words have taken a hiatus. Oceans rolling under my skin Waves of wounds undone within And my boat is tossed on this sea
By Heather Climer8 years ago in Poets
As time moves We grow Our minds Our spirits Our perceptions of self and others. But as time moves We lose Connections
In this world, being young means being labeled as stupid and reckless, slut shaming girls who wear shorts and telling rape jokes is OK,
I watched you sleep as your eyes wandered at the other end of the fold, as your inhales got deeper and your sleep fell softer.
By Amanda Stubblefield8 years ago in Poets
That moment where you first see him, you stumble. Torn between not looking and not staring, You're left in a silly pose of standing like a statue,
By Mariam Naeem8 years ago in Poets
WE DEFINE LOVE THE WAY WE EXPERIENCE IT: all teeth. WE DEFINE LOVE THE WAY WE EXPERIENCE IT: shaking hands and mouths taped shut because we can’t bear the words and trembling smiles like a dog that has been beaten so often it forgets how to snarl.
Your heart sways in the wind like a sleeping poppy flower, that dances for your entertainment. You seem so still in the meadow, just over- looking the sight of an ocean of flowers and grass flowing with the gust of wind.
immortalize the grief wherever you can. scribble in old journals, carve into the soft wood of your bed frame, trace in the fog on the bathroom mirror. convince
