Most recently published stories in Poets.
Just a look from you Puts me in a place like paradise You share your vibes and while I may receive them I don't know how to feel
By Christine Lopez8 years ago in Poets
How it feels to love anotherWho clearly does not love you,Does far more mental damageThan any hurricane can do. I trusted you, believed you,Every time I searched your eyes.In the end, I'm just another hole,Who fell for all your lies.
By Jessica Snow8 years ago in Poets
So, there's this wall... Masterfully crafted Tall as the highest skyscraper Smooth as newborn skin Rooted into the earth deeper than the eldest trees
By Jessica Burden8 years ago in Poets
even if you gave me a key to the cage I could never escape the smell of lost hope would always follow, rot me away till my heart is hollow
By Julia downing8 years ago in Poets
You asked me how I'm doing, And I told you I was fine. But I'm not fine. I'm less than fine, And I wish I didn't have to be here,
By Autumn Patrick8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel afloat On a tiny raft In the middle of the ocean With no rescue in sight Every time I see another ship
By Samantha Reed8 years ago in Poets
Wake up earlier and watch the sunrise. Pet more dogs. Read more books. Smile at strangers. Write in your journal more. Give more compliments.
By Rachel Maria8 years ago in Poets
You think I'm I'm a lazy slob cause You never see me hold a job I count my money in the closet You have already lost it Just call me the money counter ching, ching, ching
By Felix Foster8 years ago in Poets
The pencil, the letters of charcoal you punctured across the emptiness of my heart, slowly accomplished a whisper of hope,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
I confess! I know how to play the piano. My ears desiring, when my fingers touch white & black keys. Together — making a savory soul dance.
By ShondaWho8 years ago in Poets
Glistening eyes Peer through the dew-damp window From the dusty Cozy cottage Where in the warm candlelight Nostalgia floats like a silent haze
By Jade Morris8 years ago in Poets
I'm bitter because I've given away too much of myself to decaying souls. I'm a writer because it's my way to escape this endless screaming film my thorn encrusted hands created.
