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Feel the tightness in your chest Immediately - and I mean NOW - Find something to clean. Scrub. Dry. Smooth. Straighten.
By Kat Bassaa day ago in Poets
How to Fall In Love on Hinge
Satin skin and shadows, Mindless patterns, The soft but strong swish, swish, swoosh of your pulse as my fingers follow your veins to your wrist.
By Melynda Kloca day ago in Poets
𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘
Silence stomps across the room going out of his way to loudly kick a chair away from the table stands at the window
By Colleen Waltersa day ago in Poets
It Called My Name
In the distance a light emerges twinkling softly in the dark At first, mistaken for the stars The closer you get, the further it seems
By Gardenia Rosea day ago in Poets
The Winding Road
She sat in the front seat as the darkness took hold Faster and faster the car sped forward Her hand on the wheel and the other on the side
By Gardenia Rosea day ago in Poets
Blackout
Yet another blackout in our little old town, I lie beside you, my hand in yours, tasting the salt of sideways tears, the bedsheet damp
By Gardenia Rosea day ago in Poets
We Are Family
Announcement! Announcement! Your father has arrived! A belt in his hand, he flicks it to the door, OPEN UP, young one, come sit outside!
By Gardenia Rosea day ago in Poets
The Prayer of a Heavy Heart
Lord, there’s so much I’m unsure of Hear my heavy heart I feel burdened I feel deceived I feel alone The days are dark and heavy
By Li-Li 📓a day ago in Poets
Word Police
As of February 15th, 2026, there is a ban on certain words that you may have often heard but these shall now be nixed.
By Tammy Castlemana day ago in Poets
Upside Down In My Head
Upside Down In My Head My thoughts spill upward instead of down, Gravity lost to memory and want. Everything I try to steady,
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Fire Isn't Personal
You’re struggling to carry the heat of what I left behind. Each memory is a spark that refuses to go out. You let it settle where it wants.
By Tina D. Lopeza day ago in Poets
What the Night Remembers — Uncovering secrets buried by daylight
The lamp on Marcus's nightstand has been on for three hours. It's 11:47 PM, and he hasn't moved from the bed. The envelope sits on the dresser across the room, Sarah's handwriting still crisp on the front: Read this when you're ready. Not before. She'd left it six months ago, back when leaving still felt impossible. Back when they were still negotiating the geometry of their collapse.
By Anie Libana day ago in Poets