I built a throne, in the darkest parts of me, where the light wouldn't reach. I wasn't ready to wear the crown, or own my royalty.
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Every day this Burning Paradise rages on... the rageful frustration that results from living in an unchanging world of hurt‐
By Josh Morgan7 months ago in Poets
I am a masterpiece of self-control, a walking seminar on emotional regulation, a hard-earned PhD in keeping my mouth shut when Brad from accounting explains why he can't use the printer for the seventeenth time this week.
By S. Marcus7 months ago in Poets
It takes practice, this quiet. Years of it. Like calligraphy— but done on the inside of the cheek. A delicate craft,
Nobody Wants the Truth I say I’m breaking, but they turn the conversation to the weather, or what they had for tea. I mention the noise in my head,
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Psychic’s Reading The psychic told her when she’d marry told her when the baby would arrive he got those right but he never said she’d kill her husband
Light breaks in water, soft and slow, memories stir; an undertow— the sun slips down through fractured glass, its gold turned gray, then ghost, then past.
I used to think that people find each other for a reason, good bad or just a passerby. Now, I've lost the sense of belonging in the people I've grown to know,
By Angel Adagio7 months ago in Poets
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry,” Ali MacGraw says to Ryan O’Neal in the 1970 movie Love Story. In the final scene, O’Neal repeats the line. It’s good cinema.
By Rayyan Joseph 7 months ago in Poets
He left on a Thursday, just after the rain, No suitcase in hand, no dramatic refrain. The door clicked shut with a whisper, not bang,
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Poets
I wake up and wonder what the day will bring, if my clothes will fit the way I want, or hopelessly cling. I look at the time: For a few more minutes, I'm free
By Madison "Maddy" Newton7 months ago in Poets
It was young Life was steamy Condensed into a cloud That cloud, Young and dreamy, Never dreamt much out loud It let it build up
By Amos Glade7 months ago in Poets
