Most recently published stories in Poets.
In my head Millions of tiny threads Weave in and out Filling me up with doubt Awakening sides of me I don't want to see
By Shannon Larisse8 years ago in Poets
Just like the moon holds the stars in the night, I wish I could get on that flight. To somewhere far away, Is the place I wish to stay.
By Demalia Lynn8 years ago in Poets
While alcohol does not erase the problems that I have, it does invoke a fire to provide temporary warmth. I'm not talking about the physical warmth, but the warmth of numbness. The feeling of no longer feeling anything at all. The single thought that clouds all other thoughts. The warm escape from the screaming silence and emptiness inside you. In such sense you rather harm the body over your mind. You starve for free booze to get numb. To get so numb that that pop song you hate is pouring out your mouth. So numb where the person you hate is your closest friend. Because what you really hate is you. And if the mind is vacant and numb there is nothing to hate and no one to be hating. The induced disconnection is more comforting than the familiar disassociation. The momentary circle of drinking buddies is more important than the family you grew up to know as mere acquaintances. And the warmth keeps reminding you of the camping trip you took as a kid.
By Amy Baker8 years ago in Poets
Snow wipes the slate clean. My mother used to say it fell upon you like angel kisses, each one forgiving you of something.
By Fierce Sister8 years ago in Poets
Wrap your hand around my throat. Whisper those words in my ear. Let me hear what you’re going to do. Or don’t. Do your worst.
By Ellen White8 years ago in Poets
I remember waking up To mother's screams and cries. I creeped out into the hallway Your drunken hand was raised ready to swing again.
By Mikaela Wood8 years ago in Poets
Stephen King is your uncle. He lives near a pet cemetery. June bugs burrow into your long dishwater blonde hair. A Shirley Temple Doll haunts your closet.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Its been surrounding us all our lives, but we've always looked away. From the first day you were born it's been around us.
By Oliver Hardin.8 years ago in Poets
I exhaled a plume of smoke Toward the pale, empty sky I didn't know then What anguish awaited me It was cold outside Too cold for March
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
You are beautiful Just as you are You child of wonder You pioneer of love It was as though a unicorn Crossed the divide to greet me
Poems written by a Borderline struggling with Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia, OCD, and PTSD. March 23, 2013 I'm sitting here listening to the deafening silence
By Beka Faith8 years ago in Poets
He doesn't bother to check in on her often anymore, but she doesn't care. She takes whatever crumbs he tosses her way. She always has and she always will, cause she loves him.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets
