I wake to find all I was is gone in an instant. No longer the unreliable narrator, the fuckup, the addict. No longer deceived by my own
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
Winter frost bites me As a kiln burns in my chest Ashes offer warmth
The Final Word from Outstages Café "As the clock swings round and the rhythm takes hold, we invite you to join the stomp. This isn’t just a jam; it’s a celebration of the 'wildwood heart' in all of us.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
I can feel it coming before it comes— that weather inside my ribs, the low roll of thunder rehearsing behind my teeth.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
You thought you had me So did I though I made it through going straight up to the top kinda I'm scared of heights little did I know that the lifting
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
You can change and make things better in your life, Oh if only you believe, If you matter and get it ; Oh ! If you seen it of what I saw you'll get it,
By Erica Williamsabout a month ago in Poets
I type your name and don’t hit send. The cursor blinks like a tiny siren, then a patient metronome, Then—honestly—just a dare.
In darkest winter The beacon stars shine brightest Onward Traveler! ————————————————————— A/N: Been on vacation for a bit. Lots to catch up on. I promise I’ll get to it.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Poets
I am a true Grinch I do not like December It stresses me out.
By Susan Fourtané about a month ago in Poets
Aww one is so sweet One wants to learn more about me But then that's him The one I trust, well my heart trust The one I call to cry too, that does not answer
By L.I.Eabout a month ago in Poets
Goodbyes are supposed to be loud. That’s what people think — shouting, slammed doors, a final scene to prove the ending is real.
By Elisa Wontorcikabout a month ago in Poets
Hurting Hurting lives beneath the skin, it does not always show its face. It moves quietly through the days, keeping time at its own pace.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets