Most recently published stories in Poets.
These words are not for you So much of me has been done for an audience lately and this notebook is a calculated effort to stop that in my writing.
By Jayce-Jaquee Pezzelle8 years ago in Poets
In our preparation for self-discovery, We’re not sure what the future will hold. What comes next? How do we handle the truth?
By Steph Sinclair8 years ago in Poets
Even when you break me I hang on by this thread I dream of fields and rolling hills But everything is dead I wander through this wasteland
By Em D8 years ago in Poets
She used to play with dolls and toys then later searched to play with boys her heart broke, into the heart came a whole empty, broken unable to find a place to call home
By Mina Garcia8 years ago in Poets
Can't stop from rambling on. Can't change my love for you. I've been imprisoned in the stone that you are now. Mere words that only dignify the stone that it's on,
By Rutes M8 years ago in Poets
What remains of me if you leave? When you found me I was a seed, and with a surplus of overflowing love you drowned all my dreams.
By clarkspittah8 years ago in Poets
Take me to a world other than my own. Where the sky is blue and the sea is clear, where The day is brighter than a baby’s cheer.
By Sylvia Ekanem8 years ago in Poets
I never figured out what it was to be made out of wishes Until you walked away. You were my turnarounds, You were the mystery that was the daunting hours of tomorrow.
By Kate Avino8 years ago in Poets
Years, years, and years ago, Inside a holy chateau, A plan has been carried out: A bishop builds a timber castle. Back towards the present day
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
On the right side of Everything… A sunrise, a sunset… Direction means nothing As we bathe in the confused glow Of first or last light.
By A. F. Litt8 years ago in Poets
With you... I am sheltered, I am covered, I am warm... Very warm... Too warm. Without you... I am vulnerable, I am naked, I am cold.
By Jessica Burden8 years ago in Poets
Here we go again. The same place we've been many times before, but I'm starting to believe words aren't enough anymore. I spill my soul out through this ink and all it does is slap me in the face with the truth.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets
