In the hush of fluorescent lights, I stand, a sapling among redwoods, Roots seeking purchase in foreign soil. Each glance, a gust that threatens to uproot,
By Winryabout a year ago in Poets
Simply speaking shackled are the voices of those who dream of freedom If there were an iota of blame to place it would be in insolence inciting
By Dan-O Vizziniabout a year ago in Poets
Silence? Not quite, but something similar. Isolated? Not exactly, but somewhat the same. Loneliness? Not that, not in the slightest.
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
So sudden was the darkness, when the child could hear no sound. Upon the fathers lap, lays a mother’s hand in doubt. Reading over the babies shoulder the hearing aid fell out.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
I come from true stories of pain from A past that would have been enough to break even the toughest of people. I come from being kicked about, like
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Softly, darkness lay like a blanket, holding the world as it breathed deeply. Inside, everyone was still dreaming, not yet ready to stir before the dawn. A
By Bugsy Wattsabout a year ago in Poets
Stella in a five hundred ml can Carling in a glass experimental Chinese hallucinogens you have to stick up your arse
By Brenabout a year ago in Poets
"If they don't appreciate what you bring to the table, let them eat alone. Don’t let yourself be a slave to loyalty," she whispered to herself, the words heavy with realization.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
hands tightly folded blessings are so abundant closed hands can't receive
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
Since the times immemorial up to the contemporary A person’s transparency, All of them are learned through a number of experiences.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
### First Day at School Tiny footsteps on the ground, A new world, yet to be found. Bright eyes filled with dreams untold, In a place where stories unfold.
By Jariatu Kallonabout a year ago in Poets
Slowly I get on my feet. I see people I'd like to meet. Learn to put worries aside. Easy life's not; it's a ride.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
