We stitch raincoats for our secrets out of half-remembered nights, from shower curtains, childhood quilts, and hand-me-down goodbyes.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
~ i swam the depths of amber glass oceans of desire pulling me under caressed by waves of whiskey and malt; i stroked your ego with my drunken mouth
By Heather Hubler3 months ago in Poets
I keep a ring of metal moons that never learned my sky, a jangle of old alphabets that no more doors reply. They’re fossils of before-times, love—of locks we used to share,
Paint Turnt Inwards By Sarah Mary Chadwick I feel ill I feel all exterior I feel ill I feel all exterior I feel ill like I have no interior
By Sarah Chadwick3 months ago in Poets
When pride is stronger than your willingness Fear overtakes you easily Fear of mistakes Fear of shame Fear of seeing incapable
By L.I.E3 months ago in Poets
Some nights The body forgets it is a body. and remembers it is sky. All the dark patches, the places where the world
Light sketches shadows, captive in its sway, and slowly runs its pale fingers along… The world is still not ordered into place,
By Mariana Busarova3 months ago in Poets
Some roads aren’t on paper. They run along skin, raised and silvered, etched by survival, charted without consent. There’s a scar on my knee
By Bea Button3 months ago in Poets
This is not a confession. It is a correction. This is not guilt. It’s grief metabolized into rhythm. I didn’t leave I was locked out.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Don’t say everything is going to be okay When it’s only okay for a little while Happiness quickly goes away In just a minute the smile turns into a frown
The dam usually breaks at night. Rarely, ever does it occur in the daylight. But if it’s during the day, then Billie Eilish is singing “What Was I Made For.”
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
Is it really possible To be happy more than sad Is it possible To have more peace than struggle Is it possible To live with joy rather than depression
