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The Stink that bought the Drink
Days turned to weeks The smell was not weak The man in protest Did possess a foul weft A weft that he wafted All about town
By James Spencer-Briggs7 months ago in Poets
Somewhere between the sun and the challenges...
It was a warm day in...."Wait which challenge is this again". Click...save! Scrolling, scrolling down the list....of yeah - 'Somewhere between here and there'. That's the one.
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Poets
Ellie May Was Never Here
You knock where no door should be, the porch sagging like a breath held too long. That gate—red as blood or barnwood after rain— moans Ellie’s name,
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Four Friends: A Confluence Of Strength
Before the confluence, where the wide river bends, And ancient forest to the meadow descends, Four spirits moved, distinct in form and aim,
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
Thoughts
Remembers... Wishes... Dark — very deep, and preyful, too. Like filters, we strained well to see a special somebody, something special, too.
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
Infomercial
Pick apart my brain and you'll find nothing because nothing is exactly what lives there... -B. Vigilant. ~~~ tired of the bustling demands of you? tired of being asked questions you can't find the answers to? Maybe you're fed up with flunking every test life hurls your way. well, don't be discouraged! you can now rid everyone of the very ego they know you as without leaving a trace... you heard it right! if you take advantage of this life-erasing offer now, you can disappear permanently with Blink Away simply call the number on your screen and we'll show you how to erase the mistakes. how to only exist in the shadows of oblivion. how to turn your presence into an indecipherable afterthought... you left reality long ago. why not seal the deal with a great opportunity to become a story never finished. a glitch in the matrix. a person who returned their name... sounds too good to be true, right? but now you ask, how do we accomplish such a feat? the answer comes easier than staying where you are right now! pack nothing because you don't need reminders of yesterday! bring only your commitment to recede from view and any survival skills left in the tank. Blink Away will do the rest! unlike the invariable qualities of plastic pride, we'll help you degrade in the minds of those who say they care. they don't! why should you? let your shadow live in infamy— legacies are for sissies. a confidential Utopia awaits you at the heart of being nowhere. so, what are you waiting for? vanishing won't wait all day! act now!
By Lamar Wiggins7 months ago in Poets
Public Eyes
Steppin’ off the car behind the suspicious chubby fella’ from seat 3A I had to listen to him snore the whole GD way Now I can barely off-board
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Excluded: Biased Toward Bias
Preamble: As many of you probably know, I've been working on trying to get published and entering various competitions outside Vocal for sometime now. This next piece, is my 10th overall rejection, that includes competitions and submission calls with literary publications. I've been encouraged, inspired and spurred along to try by the two Stephens. Stephen A Roddewig and Stephen Kramer Avitabile.
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
POEM - Captured Starlight
In a hollowed jar on a windowsill, Where shadows sleep and time stands still, I trapped the glow of the distant night, A trembling beam of captured starlight.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
The Things I Never Said at Her Funeral
I didn’t speak at her funeral. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. Because my voice caught somewhere between my ribs and my throat and refused to come out. Because the things I had to say didn’t feel like they’d fit in a neat paragraph of remembrance. Because how do you summarize a person in a few minutes when they took up your whole heart for years?
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Poets
Echoes Through Ether
I needn't call his name, he already listens beneath moonlit silence beneath the hush of passing hours beneath dreams that slip like tides through twilight
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
Glowing (It's Bedtime)
At this point—covered and oozed, Not quite. Oh, it’s paint! It’s glowing! Hi… goodnight? To everyone, try to sleep (So not in light) But good luck if seen... Mice!
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets