A few years ago I had asked myself who I was without Him and Anxiety. The answer was that I didn't know. Now, I'd like to think that I am different.
By Bria Lamonica3 months ago in Poets
The Unkept Promise We said the future like a password, palms together over the match. The flame nodded, small and obedient,
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Where Dust Remembers In the late light, the room learns how to breathe again— a slow inhale of floorboards, an exhale from the curtains’ hem.
skip the far-fetched i've heard it all before and i feel horrible that you heard it from me first i can see right through
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
Ashes in My Pockets I leave the house lighter, But only because I’m carrying less fire. In my coat—two small furnaces
Lanterns of Salt I keep them on the sill— small jars of ocean, rimed with yesterday’s weather. By morning, they frost into stars,
--- - --- (that's the sound I long to hear) --- - --- (every once in a while, at least) --- - --- (the sound of little to nothing)
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
You don't know yourselves. Run away. Don't think. Meaningless words on tongues. Go out into the streets and roads.
By ahmedibrahem3 months ago in Poets
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
I pace the shallows Waves lapping my shins As the tide rises My time grows thin I see the end on the horizon Yet, can not change my path
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
standby light, standby bright the last light I see at night a stark reminder, if you will of the impermanence of life
When the city went dark, we found each by sound - a kettle dropped, a laugh cracked open, a prayer caught mid-word. - Someone brought out a lantern.
By Aspen Noble3 months ago in Poets
