Most recently published stories in Poets.
The pain is real & nobody knows. The numbness is controlling. Can't feel. Blind to your lies & deceit. Just don't care.
By Nicole8 years ago in Poets
The first time I saw your face My heart immediately began to race Being new in this small town I started to ask around All my friends said not to try
By Dawn Moran8 years ago in Poets
I'm nothing like those other girls. I'm not the prettiest or fairest of them all. I'll never be nominated by some mirror mirror on the wall.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets
Sure, it's different for everyone - but let's play a game. Imagine you're standing on a island with all your friends. You're having a great time, standing safely on the sand.
By Maddy Walker8 years ago in Poets
One drunken night, and one blurry ending. I sat and stared, hoping you would walk through the door and confess to me that I was the one for you.
By Deana Fiorante8 years ago in Poets
I am my own person. I am a savage at heart. Sometimes it’s hard for me to dress the part. Why? Because society expects me to look a certain way.
By Yuri Kenan8 years ago in Poets
It is spring, flowers blooming and all. I am outstretched - absorbing every bit of sun my skin can manage to grab on to There are ladybugs and bees, and I am afraid of neither - its been so long since I've gotten stung.
By Ana Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
I suppose this is a poem or something But my thoughts won't stay in one place I try to organise and rationalise And marginalise
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
My life is not what you had in mind A boy broke my heart and I'm doing time I packed up my stuff and left the sun Now in Alaska I'm learning about fun
I look in the mirror, and what do I see? The things in the mirror, aren't really me. I take a long look, and count to three.
By Serrena Gragg8 years ago in Poets
One. Lone. Caster of thoughts. Assumption. Presumption. Over-thinking Leads to inaction. And when my head speaks I don't want to move. Passive.
By Schizophrenic Soliloquies8 years ago in Poets
In my window, Blinked a little ball of light. I wonder what it sees in me, I wonder if it's right. Little tiny lighting bug,
