“Life is a trip. The only problem is that it doesn’t come with a map — we have to search our own routes to reach our destination.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Welcome to the Outstages Café. This dispatch is not a post; it is a ritual. A flame was lit. A veil was lifted. A correction was made.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
I found a shoebox in the dark behind a winter coat. Its cardboard spine is still whispering like a paper-throated throat.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The lesson starts when you mistake a spark for a star, When gravity teaches your open palms to be hands, when streetlamps dim just enough to remember the night,
The roof remembers how we turn toward weather and light. Your vow was copper, spinning slow in the square of the window.
I am a memory hoarder. I mourn the loss of memories before they even have a chance to draw breath beyond their embryonic form. Amniotic fluid doubles as
By Paris Rosemont3 months ago in Poets
Monster In Her Dreams She lay in the quiet, eyes fixed on night, listening for steps, that never belonged. The air stood still,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The fire began in silence A spark against years of pain Each betrayal stacked like timber Each cruelty fed the flame 🔥🔥🔥
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Poets
doubt haunts you, like the devil second guessing all your sins stirring fear to unseen levels raping the sanity within frozen caverns, unescapable
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Bruised by you your hands shaped my bruised face, dark marks spreading over my skin, each wound showing your temper, each breath filled with fear.
Space flows freely, following the curvature of a frosty breath— shaping and molding, forever changing. Invisible particles
By K. S. Wren3 months ago in Poets
The house was filled with words that cut like knives Their voices pressed me down until I broke I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
