The smell still lives in my hoodie— smoke and melted plastic, like a bad memory that learned to knit. I should throw it out. I don’t.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Circles of Depression I wake inside the same small room again, walls remember every word I said. Light tries the door and turns away in shame,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
How often do you sit down... Just to experience gratitude? It seems to be a lost art in our world today... With so many people focused on what is next...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)2 months ago in Poets
Balancing rest and work Job work and home chores Anxiety and confidence Worrying and peace When a job became a big part of my life
By L.I.E2 months ago in Poets
When the frost Is in my heart And not out there, When there are snowlakes everywhere, I start to doubt That the melody Coming from my veins, Will echo
By Maya Or Tzur2 months ago in Poets
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 Stewart2 months 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 2 months 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.
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 Walters2 months 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 Williams2 months 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.
