humor

annoyed.
people can be so annoying all of the time. stop the ARGUING. *** just turn the other cheek, and stop making such a big deal about your opinion. PLEASE. the world is not going to end if one person or another is elected. CALM DOWN. DEEP BREATHS. go outside. look at a tree. TOUCH SOME GRASS. it's fine, just calm down.
By Chloe2 years ago in Poets
Sleep paralysis or awake?
To set the stage, my grandmother has a vacation house on an old burial ground where my father experienced many paranormal events as a child. When I was 14, my family stayed there for a few nights.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
The Journey
because the expectant skies would soon sully us with belly rain and slumping roofs like wizards’ hats on thatched cottages
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
"E" Clips
Eclipse Acrostic Come On, There's Nothing Too It Look It Is So Easy Perhaps I Should Not Have Written This Evil and Mischievous, That Is Me Personified
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Postcard to My Sister
Dear Sis, George and I ate Beefaroni on our wedding night. Dusty bottles of Boones Farm, a 60-watt bulb, and plastic tablecloth
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Not alone on the trail
My buddies and I were looking for a trail in a local canyon. We noticed the north facing side was covered in snow while the south facing side was dry. The problem was the south side was private roads filled with vacation homes. These were not regular cabins, they had crazy architecture and villainous style. They were all empty except one friendly old man who waved from his third story deck. Figuring nobody was really around, we decided to hike there briefly. The trail apps didn't show any trails but we found one avoiding people's yards. After a few minutes we had a nice view of the neighborhood below, with just mountain for hundreds of miles.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
45 Milles
I sit in the far left lane at a stoplight, one of two left turn lanes. Oblivious, I pay no mind to the white pickup next to me in the other lane. It's a Tuesday night in July, just past 9pm. The light's still red, so I reach for my phone to change the song. Labrinth's "The Feels" comes through the speakers, lifting my mood. I'm headed to play pool with the regulars at my favorite spot, the thought already bringing a smile. The light turns green. Unhurried, I make the turn, feeling at ease as the music plays on.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Be yourself
Do you really have enough cash? Why do you try to look expensive? Don't become broke because of material possessions. Don't get into debt to appear expensive.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
A Blast from the Past
Shouldn’t be laughing, but this writer sucks! Oh wait… That’s my handwriting. --------------------------------- Next:
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets