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i hold the matches
memories behind plywood, broken glass, and chain-link a cage, to define what is inside relative to the world providing certainty and detailed meaning
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
Be Loyal to Your Future, Not Your Past
“The Bag I Carried” For years, I carried a bag I didn’t realize was heavy. It wasn’t leather or canvas or anything physical. It was invisible, but I felt it every day—a weight on my shoulders, a shadow over my decisions. It was full of memories, mistakes, regrets, what-ifs, and a voice that always whispered, “But that’s who you’ve always been.”
By lony banza6 months ago in Poets
A Wall Between Worlds
November 9, 1989. The concrete cracked, and the world shifted. The Berlin Wall—once the iron line splitting East and West—was falling. It had stood for 28 years, a symbol of ideological war between two visions of the future: capitalism in the West, promising freedom and prosperity, and socialism in the East, offering equality and solidarity.
By lony banza6 months ago in Poets
Molting Season
I crawl into my skin, letting my soul sink behind a barricade of my bones, folding my sleeve-worn heart into origami cranes
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
My life time love
My life time love We met with jam-stained fingers over the fence our fathers built, chalk on hands, and grazed-up knees,
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
No Hotels, You Took Me To Your Home
No Hotels, You Took Me To Your Home The snow was thick, the road was gone, my car gave up and I was done No hotels,
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Night I Fell for a Gypsy Boy
The Night I Fell for a Gypsy Boy It was firelight and fiddle, dust in the dark, boots on old gravel and a spark in my heart
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Tattooed Stranger at the Fairground
The Tattooed Stranger at the Fairground He stood by the ghost train, sleeves rolled high, ink curling up his arms like it wanted to speak
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Two Days Of Thunder Storms Coming For The Uk
Two Days Of Thunder Storms Coming For The Uk and The heat’s been stubborn settling deep in the bricks nights thick as cloth
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Tell Me Why?
Had you on my shoulder like a man, Walked this road as long as I can, No longer your handyman, No cards left in my hand,
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
I can't use em dashes anymore—
I can't use em dashes anymore— otherwise I'm AI. No matter that writers have been using em and en dashes since their literal creation—
By Lolly Vieira7 months ago in Poets
Before the Alarm
Dawn breaks through the morning glass, an unwelcome intruder, golden light tickling my eyelids. I want to brush her off,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets