Filthy

5/12/25
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
30 Poem About Flower. AI-Generated.
1. The Rose O crimson bloom, you bleed with grace, A velvet fire in garden’s space. Love’s emblem, bold and deep in hue,
By Dr Sazidul 8 months ago in Poets
The Strength Behind the Silence
If I told you I was hurting, Would you turn your face away? Or would you sit beside my silence And let your presence stay?
By Nihal Khan8 months ago in Poets
Erotic Cake
Yummy yummy squidgy chocolate cake I feel the urge to whisk you off the plate. * My watered cheeks are ready for some love
By Simon Aylward8 months ago in Poets
Ink Beneath the Skin
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khan8 months ago in Poets
Sentimental Journey
I could name all the freckles on your skin I could trace them with my kiss and make constellations But the memory of your body
By Raine Fielder9 months ago in Poets
Radio Free Kleptocracy
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Girls just wanna have fund$
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
At Any Time of Night or Day
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Omer 22 - 22 piercings. Content Warning.
Relegated to la belle juive. Relegated to a crying villain; claims of crocodile tears. Relegated to something not human without say, without thought, without care. I remain the caricature. I remain fiction. No control allotted or allowed. I am the one who haunts them, nonetheless.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
5/5/25
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Trauma
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets