“Inner peace begins the moment you take a deep breath and choose not to allow another person or event to control your emotions”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Sliding between her legs, Innocents flees her body as she turns in, Laying still she runs from his whispers, Escaping to the blackest shadows in her mind,
By Maili Paulabout a year ago in Poets
So here we are again, wedged In between our problems and the refrigerator. Like that crowded bowl of forgotten fruit:
By J. R. Loweabout a year ago in Poets
Severed tongue; Ill-fitted words. Leave before you break the Ennui of in-between spaces. Nothing like liminality to Cease your idle
By Jenna Sediabout a year ago in Poets
In the garden of my being, I plant seeds of patience, Nurture roots of self-love. Each day, I water confidence With drops of friend's affirmations,
By Winryabout a year ago in Poets
We met at the olive wood, you and I, when you were sick and I was lonely. We found company there, you and I-- but not in each other.
By Ruza Aldinabout a year ago in Poets
We sat in silence as I looked out the car window. We were passing through a tunnel. “Why don’t you ever have energy anymore?”
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Sound irrelevant in an unstable mind Igniting fears, crying to be left behind Lingering in sorrow as time slips away Encountering demons clinging to our pain
By Emmie Falboabout a year ago in Poets
Sleep may come or it may not I have peculiar ears Like those of a fox Every slither of a grass snake, every soft foot-fall of the tiny mouse
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Poets
She had so much to say! Idiosyncratic thought patterns, keen to illuminate and innovate, Lists derived by the forced introspection and reflection. Life
By Sady Bayne about a year ago in Poets
She screams a deathly scream in hopes that someone can hear, "Let me go! Let me go!" ever repeating from her lips, no air left in her lungs.
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
