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Do you feel like you can't hold on any longer?
Tears flow silently, sliding from the corners of your eyes, soaking into your pillow. The room is quiet, yet it feels like a stone is pressing on your chest, and every breath takes all your strength. You want to scream, but no sound comes out; you want to escape, but your body won't move. All that's left are the tears, as if they are trying to wash away all the grievances you’ve carried over the years.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
Mother To Son
Come sit, my child, and hear me well, For life’s no tale the smooth roads tell. The path I’ve walked was rough and steep,
By M.SUDAIS 3 months ago in Poets
m a t r i x
He woke each day inside a haze, A drifting mind, a hollow maze. Coffee, screens, the same old tone. A crowded world that felt alone.
By Roman B Jr.3 months ago in Poets
Tracking Marimba
Autumn is an earth-based Broadway. I enjoy the show: bronze, crimson, golden-trimmed trees- captivating backdrops with many a fine actor, singer, dancer, entertaining me. Apple orchard pickings, red stripes, blush, yellow-green- Fuji, Gala, Honeycrisp, Golden Delicious- I eat it all up. Romping squirrels, spiraling leaves, wind-scattered chestnuts, weather shifts, pumpkin patch surprises-- jackolantern galleries in intermingling oranges- they all meet my heartfelt applause.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Poets
The Sky . AI-Generated.
There are days when I look up — and the sky feels alive, like a heartbeat spread across infinity. It wears a thousand colors — gentle blues of peace, rose golds of dawn, and the deep velvet of secrets whispered at night. It is the oldest poem we know, and the truest listener we have.
By Gohar Ali3 months ago in Poets
because why?. Content Warning.
influence, inspiration, authority, or control small talk is lazy and irresponsible unmotivated and difficult making hard work.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
Love, Hurt, and Self-Worth
For you, love and hurt are intertwined. You constantly crave affection, only to be scarred in return. So, you learn to remain silent, no longer expressing yourself, and no longer listening to your inner voice. You gradually lose touch with your emotions—both afraid of intimacy and yearning for an embrace. You become distant, wavering between approaching and retreating.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
When Will We Wake Up
I See It All The Time... In Every Industry... From Every Type of Person... What is it I See? Lies. Deception. Hypocrisy.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Poets
a simple resignation. Content Warning.
skip the far-fetched i've heard it all before and i feel horrible that you heard it from me first i can see right through
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
The Hunt
I followed you through September's waning light, over foggy woods and falling-out hope, where every snapped twig was inscribed,
By Neli Ivanova3 months ago in Poets
Journey to Happiness: Encounters and Departures
Not all companionship is a result of love; sometimes, it's simply a way to combat loneliness. Similarly, not all departures are malicious. People who leave also desire and pursue their own happiness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
ever there, but never taken
timeless and reaching a look in the mirror with vision for the future led to the heart of it radioactive with passion advantage of local's insight
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets