Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Here Is Good
my legs, intertwined with yours. your hands, grazing against the soft hairs on my back. two hearts, beating rapidly beside each other.
By jenny alexander8 years ago in Poets
Faded
You're a pale sliver in the night now, a wavering line of moonlight and stardust, lingering in glassy fragments atop the rumpled surface
By Teyana Jackson8 years ago in Poets
The Whispering Demon
I have fought with the pain that lurks, it fills my head with its poison. Even if it flees for a time. I could wake up with a smile on my face and my head clear, but the clouds return. The Whispering Demon returns to its home inside of my head; salty tears falling down my blotchy face. For I am not accepted; viewed differently than I originally thought. Even worse these distorted images live in the eye of my guardian. In the eyes I use to seek for protection, I now flee to avoid pain. I am a broken mirror in the eyes of my Father and slowly in the reflection of myself. I may be a warrior who's not afraid to acknowledge her pain but the demon is a stubborn wall. I don't know how long I can fight with this infection. It's hard to get through when Father leaves the phone silent for months on end. I'm drowning in hate and loss. But, although this fight is difficult I wish to beat the self-doubt. I wish to banish this demon of self hate from its lair forever. Let a new guardian take over to help protect my sanity.
By Lindsay Schmidt8 years ago in Poets
The Monster Within
The monster appears to all. He does not care your age or race. He is an equalist of fear and fright. He is the reason of your nightmares.
By Brittany Houser8 years ago in Poets
Survival of the Fittest
Lonely is the solitary sunflower as it sways in the wind, dancing to an organic tune only she can hear. Her unrelenting persistency
By Lacy Walters8 years ago in Poets
The Day
As the time dwells down my heart beats faster. My breath becomes shallow and my nerves skyrocket. Questions fill my thoughts. Will today be the day? The day I no longer have to change to please you. The day where I'm not wondering if you even care. The day I actually wish to see you and not dread it. Will today be that day?
By Lindsay Schmidt8 years ago in Poets
Insalata Nicoise
Walk down the cobblestone road Until you reach a little piazza. There you'll find a sweet old man In a cafè across from a chiesa.
By Tota Mundus8 years ago in Poets
I Want to Not Live Anymore
I am someone who breaks way too easily. With the smallest set back All that I have worked for crashes to a stop Nothing is spared.
By Deandra Huggan8 years ago in Poets
Sticks and Stones
Stick and stones will break my bones but words will never break me first appeared in 1862, but have the times changed? Now we sit and exchange words behind a screen and have no social interaction. With sticks and stones you can see the pain you are causing someone but with the tongue, you'll never know. Every word that comes out of your mouth is like rocks being shot out of a catapult aiming straight for my heart. The stories you tell beat me and leave me breathless. Your tongue haunts me when the lights go off and all I hear is your voice. Your voice, follows me into the shower, into my bed, down the hallway, you are wherever I am. Sticks and stones might break my bones but your words might kill me first.
By Lindsay emert8 years ago in Poets
The Devil’s Workshop
An idle mind is the devil’s workshop. Hours of thinking with nothing better to do. You drink water and smoke cigarettes to fill up your time.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
I Am Fat
Tall is tall And short is short But fat is a dirty word it seems No one wants to be called fat Because it's become an insult
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Material Possessions
You bought my friendship with material items. You filled my home with clutter. Your gestures were nice at first. Then I saw you had no heart.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets