Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
By the Sea
In the house I listen, cautious. It is winter, and the rain outside our red brick house smacks against the window pane; the seasonal night’s drum solo forever changing tempo. Before me, velvet purple walls like crumpled paper casting tiny shadows, embossed plaster buildings, uneven roads – the make shift city of my daydreams. Parts of it are still under construction, nightmares covered by pictures of me, of her, of him, of someone I can only imagine meeting; but there are gaps. Some have bent under the pressure, and others have fallen – abandoned in the dusty mass of fabric, a lost soldier in amongst all those other memories.
By Zoe Norton8 years ago in Poets
Leaving
the boy I thought I would love for the rest of my life told me he was leaving. he told me he loved me and he would never go. he said I was different then the other girls. he promised me forever and then broke that promise. the boy I thought I would love for the rest of my life left me and got married. he left me like I was nothing and I believed him. he left me and I only wanted him to stay. to be the boy I loved to be the boy I gave all my firsts to. he left me and I eventually left him. he's happy now and so am I.
By A Colorusso8 years ago in Poets
Lost Love
I can't seem to find love. Have you seen it? It's been hiding from me my entire life. Am I not looking in the right places? Did it fall off a bridge and drown? Maybe love does not really exist. It is only a mere fairy tale told by others who wish to only dream. I've only found the generic version of love. The kind that gets old and wrinkled. Torn apart by monsters that hide behind such beautiful masks. No one deserves that kind of love. I want real love which always seems to find and touch everyone's heart but my own. It's like love is playing hard to get with me. A game that I have been losing for a long time. I've thought about giving up and letting go of love but in the end love is always flooding my mind. It is hope that guide's me through my darkest nights. Love is lost, leaving a trace of its footprints behind. Lost love can always be found. I'd swim through the deepest ocean only to get a glimpse of it. I know love is out there somewhere. This time I shall have love come find me.
By Tyheisha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
