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Mood swings
Sometimes I am so happy That I feel like I have everything. And sometimes I feel so sad That it seems like everything is over.
By shobhana kadamabout a year ago in Poets
Santa Maria. Top Story - August 2024.
She who whispers into the wind, a new song dripped in gold laying in a field of roses, delights in the splendor of new flavor.
By Jennifer Davidabout a year ago in Poets
The Journal Of A Dead Man
Fortitude is the feast in famine, oil on water where ridicule is syringed between. Suffocate in the sacrilegious just to feel sane. Sin is only a drapery the cleanly use to delineate themselves from reality, and in turn, struggle.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and ...
If tomorrow starts without me Would anyone really care? Do you think they would notice? Hope says yes, fear inside says No … no one will notice or care
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Poets
Blessing
The world is hard cracked & crusted dry barren needing & wanting plagued. Yet there are gleams. Silver in the gray
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Heroine's Journey
The Wildhood of it all. Crescent moon strung low Draped between two clavicles Hollowed above muscle Beating heart and mighty thymus beneath.
By Auntie Liciousabout a year ago in Poets
Entering Pisces Season
This Piscean Queendom pulls at me Drags my body below ocean skin Fortified, buoyed with breath Safely sinking til the surface returns
By Auntie Liciousabout a year ago in Poets
The Forest Hag
More more more. Always always always. Life passes through me as though I am nothing but a conduit, refusing to lend me a speck of grace, that I may make something of this life that is more than just survival. I have sinned in other lives, but I have been wronged more than I have sinned. If I need harder punishment, then force me to remember all of my wrongdoings. But give me something, give me a spark, a seed, a morsel on which to live this fleeting life.
By Ava Alderabout a year ago in Poets
Death, for Which I am Grateful. Content Warning.
I feel no air rushing through my rotten lungs Nor blood through my collapsed veins I am but a corpse wandering through this life.
By Faye Lockabout a year ago in Poets
Microcosms of Nature’s Magnificence
Ashen grey cumulonimbuses meander above in the sky,  their bellies rippling with secrets and whispers of far-off lands.  An unknown bird, a solitary wanderer, appears from within the patchy cloud,  its feathers momentarily catching the sun’s elusive glow,  before vanishing back into the misty embrace,  as if swallowed by the heavens themselves.
By Shubhroabout a year ago in Poets
When Love💔 Becomes Duty...
<When Love Becomes Duty>... Yes, I know him. I love him. We committed, we’ve got kids, there’s a reason, right? There must be. I get it, but why does it feel like a dream?
By Sugan Ya about a year ago in Poets
Spinning
I do not want to talk to you. And I know these words don’t matter either. Irrelevant. Pointless. Going in straight line circles.
By Christine about a year ago in Poets