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Soul Ties
I have broken myself on the altars of strangers, their shadows still cling to me, bodies I could lie beneath but never stand beside.
By Stephanie Wrightabout a year ago in Poets
The Death Of
The Logos use their music to whisper in my ear But at night I feel the intense power of the seer Burning my soul from the outside, a jinn
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
"It's you, Hi, You're the Problem!"
When Musk found out that Taylor Swift endorsed Kamala Harris, he sent out this cringy ridiculous twit that is funny only in his own mind:
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
Joys of Life
In the darkest of days, joy shines through cautiously Like a snake slithering through the grass With poised ease as it seeks it prey
By Crystal Nealabout a year ago in Poets
Fourth Acrostic
Damn it all, let us have this last dance with the dark! Under an umbratical umbrella, his Shadow wing shields your scapula, my palm to it plastered. We swallow each other's smiles while stars spin, sparkle, and twirl in tandem. Our own, our one
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
I was so full of love that I could barely eat
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Sour Milk
Self-serving bullshit flourished with little curlicues to incite a moment- a feeling-a yearning that’s always used as a muse,
By Angelica Salinasabout a year ago in Poets
Do you even miss me?
"Do you even miss me?" she asked, her voice rembling the phone, He sighed, miles apart, feeling so alone. In the glow of our screens, where messages are typed, Lies a love so cold, in silence it's swiped.
By Just Phemi about a year ago in Poets
When I Was A Child
When I was small, I could hear voices At first, they lingered in my head Sometimes I'd scream, without a choice Then, something stirred beneath my bed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
My To Do List
Last week I made up my mind to start me a notion So, I plotted and schemed putting a plan into motion Jotted down some ideas, things that really needed doing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Scarecrow
Out in the fields Surrounded by corn a mile high Stands a scarecrow With old buttons for his eyes Legend has it He comes alive in the night
By Noah Nelsonabout a year ago in Poets
THE WOMAN I LOVE
Once upon a time, in a small, bustling town nestled between rolling hills and a sparkling river, there lived a man named Alex. Alex was an artist, known for his vibrant paintings that seemed to capture the essence of his surroundings. His studio was a haven of color and light, filled with canvases that told stories of the world he saw and felt.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets