Filthy

The Silence Beneath Her Smile
In the heart of a quiet little town, Lived a girl who never wore a frown. Her eyes sparkled like summer skies, But no one knew they masked her cries.
By TrueVocal7 months ago in Poets
My most erotic moment was under the stars
Human beings are so simple. Put me in an open field under the stars and I will understand the eroticism of existence like I’ve never before seen the night sky.
By Taylor Neal7 months ago in Poets
Midnight's Alchemy - Frost at Midnight
I. The frost performs its secret ministry Unhelped by wind, a silent architect Of feather-filigree and crystal lace On every pane. The owlet’s cry, precise
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
Apotropaic
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Journey-2
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Bite Your Tongue, Carol. Runner-Up in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Content Warning.
"Bite your tongue, Carol," That's what you all told me, Trying to silence me into shame, Because you were too blind to see his game,
By Carol Ann Townend8 months ago in Poets
Ashes in the Rain
I. The City Sleeps with One Eye Open The city hunches like a drunk in the alley, coughing neon into puddles, its breath thick with secrets and gin.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Poets
Addiction
Our lust have a mutual agreement It’s the way you touch yourself as I approach How you slightly shake with a simple kiss
By Sender Jeannestal 8 months ago in Poets
My First Threesome
I am Amara and I am now thirty, but this happened when I was 27. At the time, I felt like my sex life with my boyfriend Jason had fallen into a routine. That all changed one evening when he came home with a spark in his eyes and an idea that nearly made me choke on my wine.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Poets
After Six Years His Wife’s Darkest Secret Exposed
At a gathering in California, I met a man who shared a story that completely stunned me. With a few drinks giving him the courage to speak then he opened up about the unbelievable circumstances surrounding his marriage.
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Poets
Dating Her While She’s Still Screwing Him: A Survival Guide
That’s the question. It came from a 35-year-old guy who sounds like he’s been through enough ghostings, curveballs, and post-date gut rearrangements to start a memoir. Here’s his rant, distilled and caffeinated:
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Poets
I want to dance for money.
I want to dance for money. After that hot summer night in Greece, I would have tucked the euros into my neon bikini, walked down the strip, to buy some shells by the sea.
By Katerina Petrou8 months ago in Poets