Most recently published stories in Poets.
Sometimes I send myself little gifts Food I made in advance that I find in the fridge when I'm tired and worn down Inspiring quotes I posted on social media that remind me
By Jasmine Flower8 years ago in Poets
So strange the sensation missing you is. Like walking through webbing of a spider Like string—red string It's odd. It's warm, the feeling. So
By Troi Speaks8 years ago in Poets
red lights, green lights plain faces that empty full places those uneventful summer nights bleak words shared with no one you truly know
By Angel Jaramillo8 years ago in Poets
He was a walking river, with muddy bank flesh and rain sluicing into sediment eyes Black pupils sloshing, the puddles left
By Teyana Jackson8 years ago in Poets
I take it out And blow the dust Your words are the ones I trust Its been a while But I never forgot How great your phrases change my life
By Maya Ann8 years ago in Poets
I didn't understand what was happening.. the terms I couldn't grip. Every day was the same as before.. My memory had begun to slip.
By Russ snyder8 years ago in Poets
I lose you in the rain, freckles connecting in wet dot puzzles, and clothes soaking, tame thing that you were, locked in fabric
I stare at the sun with my eyes wide closed Moving my hands Flayed out and fan-like Back and forth Across my lid-eclipsed field of vision
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
I'm up because I haven't slept l, But because I'm cheerful doesn't mean I haven't wept. Sleep is fleeting when trying to formulate a plan,
By Jaecub Matthews8 years ago in Poets
The rain slips down my cheeks into my chest, washing away the fingerprints and the wounds of my past lovers, freeing up space for your fingertips to explore the parts that make me feel human again
By Kasey Lomax8 years ago in Poets
I called you today As I do when I'm grieving You didn't pick up the phone Your robotic voicemail Brought me more tears Because you're not there
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
I'm a big mess, a huge mistake, a cycle of unfulfilled desires, expectations, mandations, explanations of this muddy mess...this shit, this pit.
By Shaun Johnson8 years ago in Poets
