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Most recently published stories in Poets.

In My Words
Some days there is no trying. I am limp, emotionless. I am the dead rose in a field of sunflowers. The bees are humming over them. Why over them?
By Aeryka Frausto8 years ago in Poets
Sanitarium Slavery
Bleak perception. Awaiting Death. Praying for the end. That each breath will be my last. My world should be joy. My life is fine...
By Dakota Lane8 years ago in Poets
Winter is Coming
Dark wings Dark words Dark wings Dark words Long summer is ending Innocence must die The wolf must hunt and the raven must fly
By Yosh Young8 years ago in Poets
Middle of the Night
In the middle of the night I take long walks Down dark alleys Wearing nothing but black To match the shadows Passing through me
By Lon Casler Bixby8 years ago in Poets
War
"Deutschland, Deutschland," is his battle cry A Bayonet his weapon and a willingness to die Doing all he has to do to remember all before
By David Aleman8 years ago in Poets
His World
Cry but don't let them see Be the strong one they need you to be Carry the weight of the world on your back You better not fall off track
By Chris ware8 years ago in Poets
One Nauseating Cliche
'Easier said then done.' Well no shit. . Our emotions come with No manual, No button or switch For a quick repair. Feelings so powerful sadly
By Amelia Davis8 years ago in Poets
Restless Memoirs of the Vitriol Symphony
Prosperity lost into the ceaseless abyss Insidious dreams yet so imaginary Drowning in a sea of lies and deception While resilience fading to non-existence
By Ahsanul Kabir8 years ago in Poets
Skies
Something you can have complete freedom with. Something that shows you that you can have a bad week but soon something, for this case the wind, can allow it to pass. The freedom you get granted is your own imagination. Where you are able to see either a fluffy thing or actual pictures.
By Becky W8 years ago in Poets
Bon Vivant
The inebriated masses Livers swell Lovers bell The mask is never unveiled The masquerade ball, is never a ball Debauchery hall
By David LaLone8 years ago in Poets
Breakdown
It's a mental craze, and it often runs like a maze. The bitch runs like they're on cocaine and it's driving me insane.
By Dakota Clayville8 years ago in Poets
Darkness
People are so afraid of the dark. Of what lurks within. You can't see a thing, and you can't stand the silence. It drives you crazy, so you search for a light.
By Rachael McCarthy8 years ago in Poets