Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Everyone’s 2016 Sucked
I leave Baker’s, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater. I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of wine for my sorrows and some vegan ‘thingies’ for my ex-girlfriend/roommate, and now there's a cyclist on the road, and I'm going to just swoop around you and— Oh shit.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Hope(less)
The foul smell of dead corpses in the morning, far from being sane… Hands stained from an unknown blood massacre, “can’t remember what just happened.”
By Ziggy MD8 years ago in Poets
Strange Thoughts
Thoughts are much like strangers Some loud and intrusive and proud Upfront about their dangers. Others are small, blending into the crowd
By Zoe Dalley8 years ago in Poets
The Grim Reaper
Here I am holding a vase, in the darkness which is my place. I tried to look and chase, No one wants to take my space.
By Miss Wanderer8 years ago in Poets
Society’s Cell
I'm constrained in society's chains. My ankles are connected to the floor. My breath is stale. My eyes are empty. The world is making me out to be just like the rest of them, slaves. The process is long but apparently worth it. However hearing these words a thousand times makes me wonder if I am. I can't believe in what's real because if I do then the world has successfully gained and yet lost another victim. But that's the plan all along. To strain us all along to become something we're not and to have it end in an instant, and yet the whole time it was agonizing. The pain goes on day after day. When you wished you could've been a pirate or princess or a Sith Lord, and all you've become is dead. You live mechanically until the end. And your steps are choreographed to the very twitch of your eye. You're forced to live out the years wondering if you were ever enough. And as you get older you realized your life was wasted, on an effortless planet to achieve peace. But its okay, you just did your homework and got good grades.
By Elevated Horizon8 years ago in Poets
October Blues
Is it one of those days Or just this time of year Maybe there's a full moon Or maybe I'm just scared The list could go on
By Scott Jackson8 years ago in Poets
She Is Free
Rip through the skin, there she is again. Fallen to her hands and knees, she looks at the mess she has made on the floor. Burgundy river reflects the mask on her head. She finally sees through the blinded eye.
By Katie-Lee McKenzie-Litawchuk8 years ago in Poets
Curiosity Killed the Childhood
I. As children, we unfolded questions from our book bags. Questions like, “How does the sun shine?” and “Why does the sky stay blue, even so deep at night, and we can’t see?”
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
My Body
You make me feel worthless. You ruined my chance to experience love. I should never be afraid to be alone with a man. I should never feel scared when a male is standing a little too close to me in a store.
By unknown8 years ago in Poets
Writer’s Anonymous
Hello, my name is Marv; The other day I realized I had a problem: I've been getting high off of pure visceral poetry. I've been looking for something that isn't there.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Dear Father
Dear Father, Where were you? I needed you, I needed you there I needed you to catch me if I were to fall You were supposed to love me,
By Amber Williams8 years ago in Poets
Pacific Petrification
I stand, toes buried in the sand, I watch the waves unfold into the tide on the beach, wrestling with the land and my feet now buried deep.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets