There’s something holy in the arc— a rise, a fall, a whispered spark. The wind against my open face feels like I’ve slipped back into grace.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
Foes in Disguise by Silent Flames They lied, saying they were friends, But wore their masks till the bitter end. Foes in disguise, sharp with shame, Yet I stood by, still took the blame.
By Silent flames 9 months ago in Poets
A mask. How delicate is a mask? Made of paper or steel The choice is yours Paper is weak It is almost translucent Yet it is light
By Mira Liu9 months ago in Poets
A string of Red lights Dot the streets, So many I've worked To change myself. My own words My own mind My own psyche,
By Alyssa Musso9 months ago in Poets
Just like that— when my kid was baby I resolved, after procrastinating, for long years, to learn psychology,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
What if I am in midlife, I believe in keeping the subconscious, subpersonality inner child alive. For if she is happy, I am on the right path,
I wasn’t always like this. Once, I screamed to be seen. Now? I just leave traces. Small ones. Quiet enough to slip under the noise. Careful enough not to matter too much.
By Fifth Echo 9 months ago in Poets
Most days, he spoke to nothing. Not no one—nothing. He whispered into empty timelines, dropped pieces of his soul into places no one ever paused long enough to see.
The Thought of Running Every girl, at least once, has stared out a window and imagined the wind lifting her away from the walls that call themselves home.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar9 months ago in Poets
When We Grow Up “They say, when you grow up, you can do what your heart desires,” They speak as if it’s a dream that easily transpires.
Shifting thoughts, much like shifting gears, my mind races from one place to the next and knows no rest‐ My brain has no brakes,
By Josh Morgan9 months ago in Poets
Sometimes in the rush of life when everything seems lost, Then a smile, a word, a feeling teaches us to live again.
By The Content Crafter9 months ago in Poets
