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Gone Looks Good on You
gain weight get a flip phone don't look in the mirror like or subscribe let your thumbs do all the talking
By Cali Loria6 months ago in Poets
The intent of art
You might find useful to ditch your phone. Ditch your medias. Ditch your accounts. Throwaways are all you are now. And who can deny the pull of the void?
By M.6 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Offering
Not gold, hammered thin and cold to catch the sun's last glance, Nor jewels ripped from secret earth, to dazzle and entrance.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Two
Two by two once more, as former partners now learn a difficult dance. Crowding the Stage * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Poets
Marco - Polo
Marco Sometimes I feel lost and unsure Marco The water feels deep Marco He calls out from his darkness Marco
By Archery Owl6 months ago in Poets
While I Smile on Break
They ask me if I’m happy here— I laugh, too loud, like it’s a joke. I say, “It’s fine. I’m lucky.” Truth is: I swallow glass
By The Kind Quill6 months ago in Poets
Soudtracks & Wing Beats
“Memory drives. Wingbeats rise. This is where the soundtrack swells.” SOUNDTRACKS AND WINGBEATS Sometimes my mom and dad visit me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Stuckness
Stuckness I was planning to go outside this afternoon but then I started thinking about what California must have been like in the 1920s
By Brian D'Ambrosio 6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Whispers Of A Growing Soul
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
The Apartment After You Left
The Apartment After You Left The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not just the absence of your voice — but the way the air itself refused to move. As if even the walls were holding their breath, unsure of what came next.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Dreamsicle
He is such a cutie, And he crawls to sit on my lap, This morning deciding to slip up my shoulder, Well, hello little one,
By Tambourine Man7 months ago in Poets