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No Public Restrooms
Pressure inside grows Public shits not permitted Best run the fuck home!
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
Soul-4
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Just To Go On Vacation
Eighteen pairs of underwear for only seven days? Do I really need all these? What, do I plan on having an accident in my pants twice a day, every day? I can leave some of these behind… on second thought… better to be safe than sorry. Throw them all back in. Shorts, long pants, sweaters, tank tops - never know what the weather might be like. After all, it could still snow in the middle of summer, right? WHY WILL THIS DUFFLE BAG NOT CLOSE!?!? Please zipper, please don’t break…
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
A Barbigerous Bastard. Content Warning.
barbigerous: bearded; bearing a beard My Connection: I worked for a decade in an environment where I wasn't allowed to have facial hair, because of the need to wear breathing apparatus when toxic gas was released. Traditionally, the men who left that environment grew beards in celebration. That's how mine originated. Today, I wear it for a very different reason.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
CLOSET GRAVE
I promise when I fall asleep The clothes in my closet bicker. I can imagine the top I were most often Boast that it’s my favorite
By T. Lichtabout a year ago in Poets
Stream of Consciousness?
Write in a Stream on Consciousness What Neurotypical non-sense is this? That isn't how my brain works. It was, when I was a child
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
With A Little Luck
Punching at shadows Playing the games Looking for loopholes When it all looks the same * Milky cottage cheese Poured over my fruit loops
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Would You Believe This Was Schoolwork?
Webster grinned and ladled some miso soup into a chipped crockery bowel. "I hope you'll enjoy this simple offering," he said with some magniloquence.
By Misty Rumsleyabout a year ago in Poets
By The Way
Ideas fly by me Like margaritas In the blender In the race against time I am the slowest contender Distractions surround me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Sleepless
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hacked
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Reflecting Upon Favorites. Top Story - September 2024.
I am not sure I want to have 'favorites' anymore; the idea that a powerful (love for / enjoyment of) one thing must jostle other well-liked contenders out of an upper tier of my appreciation
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets