Save your breath, for in these caves there Is only the dripping of milky pools, ivory Liquid so iridescent it reflects off of sound waves and
By Jenna Sediabout a year ago in Poets
So... you got your first TOP STORY It sure feels like that feeling of a gorgeous, fresh new hairstyle Lovely colors burst forth from your comely couture'd pyche
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
Severed tongue; Ill-fitted words. Leave before you break the Ennui of in-between spaces. Nothing like liminality to Cease your idle
Soundless Iterations, Loud Emptiness, Nothingness- Charged Echoes ⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Singing the words felt right for this inexplicable moment when my entire being was laid bare before you. Even as fear swept over my vision,
By Bugsy Wattsabout a year ago in Poets
Sadly she sat near the immobile body, its spirit gone and lying there, alone Escaping the hospital room not ever to return, she silently
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Sound irrelevant in an unstable mind Igniting fears, crying to be left behind Lingering in sorrow as time slips away Encountering demons clinging to our pain
By Emmie Falboabout a year ago in Poets
Slipping through trenches hidden deep inside Inquiring about the future, but it always hides Longing for answers we never dare share
Stars light the sky Idols stand at the edge Listening as prayers are whispered Earth is trampled underfoot Now the wind dies
By Cameron Fergusonabout a year ago in Poets
See something, say something— that’s what people say Incant the magic words, wipe those evils away! Look and see: warlords, racist rapists, and rich filthy pigs
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Submariner, am I Immersed, suspended, Lithe beneath the surface, Embalmed in salt and secrecy. Numbed, I stretch through muffled twilight,
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Poets
Subdue the vociferous thoughts coaxing me into a malevolent reality. Inconspicuous as the depression slithering through my veins, the piercing sting of emptiness rips through me as its presence is made known; too late.
By Samantha Semonesabout a year ago in Poets
