silently she lays in the dark pulling away at the threads carelessly choking the sparks spinning round in her head tears the scabs from the wounds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I have always thought that the biggest action in one’s life is the self. The barriers that are in front of us and the doors that we open are both the doors and the walls of our hearts.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The grip of anxiety is tight, stretching from the little finger. It feels like being trapped in a bubble of hopelessness
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
While entering them, you may sometimes feel that something is wrong, but you still carry on with uncomfortable commitments and the course of life,
These days I buy time, not things. The soul holds greater importance to me than any cheap trinkets that ultimately end up
I'm not okay, The voices in my head are slinging slurs. Curses and shame, They seem to be the dreadful symphony. I'm not okay.
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets
Inside - Wobbly walking, The body jaggedly swipes - THERE’S A WALL THERE!! Dropping plates, mugs and ☕️ Half-filled water bottles across the carpet, (just vacuumed!)
By Grz Colmabout a year ago in Poets
The Deep is always with me Tied tighter than a shadow Embrace familiar as a kiss. It slides behind my eyes Stealing sparkles soaking joy
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
just a few words loosely drawn together to create that piece of proseaic poetic wonder that leaves you breathless
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
As a matter of fact, yes I have felt this way... When as a child and your parents divorce, that seems to take you way off course...
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
In the morning I turn up the music so it is louder than my thoughts. I’ve really hated my thoughts lately. It seems like we aren’t even on the same team anymore.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
. To "Me" From "Me" . Dear "Me", . "Suck it up, Princess," "You are lonely." "You will stay lonely." "Nothing much you can do about it"
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
