Am I Saying it all wrong? Is fluid retention caused by bitter tears, Is heartbreak caused by the hurt you hit mine with? Is longing the result of blindly pretending not to see?
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
We cradle screens like wounded birds, our voices trapped in pixeled words. Each notification’s shrill demand a world that thrives on trembling hands.
By Ian Sankan11 months ago in Poets
Beneath the skin, a silent storm a clockwork heart, a mind unsworn. We stitch our scars with borrowed light, while shadows duel in endless night.
It's fine... say it once, say it twice. It's fine... say it ten more times but you don't believe that, do you? the grievance in your heart doesn't fade, does it?
By Jessica Onyenibeji 11 months ago in Poets
I asked if we could talk so I had something to write about Two days later you are still on my mind Still have me wishing you are truly mine
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
"Not all mother-daughter relationships are pretty in pink." — Chantal C Weiss Thorn in your side, thorn in the flesh
By Chantal Christie Weiss11 months ago in Poets
It really depends on the day But just now Cinnamon apples Even though it's May Crisp juicy and green Braised in the liquids
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
if people were made of bread, we'd be soggy in the middle blood and life matter sodden the glutanimated structure within us all.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
A son once cradled in calloused hands, Born to wealth, yet bound by fate’s demands. Gold-lined halls and hollow cheers, A crown of thorns disguised for years.
By llaurren's reads11 months ago in Poets
Tears blurred my eyes and I can’t feel my hands My heart and brain are making constant demands I’m throwing punches at a steal wall but I’m the only one in pain
By Sender Jeannestal 11 months ago in Poets
Can you hear the noise? Of course not. It came to a cease. It means you’ve finally realized you have to protect your peace.
By Joe Patterson11 months ago in Poets
