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Bleed the Beast. Top Story - March 2025.
Bleed the beast they say But how do I bleed it When it feeds me When it needs me As much as I need it I want to cleave it off
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
What goes through the mind of an empty envelope?
Humans! Aah, the notorious ones gospelled with the prowess of pouring their hearts onto the folds of power, of unleashing the confinement of unsaid pain through the enigmatic flair of woven syllables through the crevices of their glistening minds.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Ben
We met on a Sunday a few months after the world shook, and burned. Your smile swept the ash, and my hair, away from my face.
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 9
Why is his chariot so long in coming? She asks as she looks through the lattice And I almost say to her, my peg perforated his pterion
By Wen Xiaosheng10 months ago in Poets
Blue Ridge
Find me like the Blue Ridge: Navy haze, carving faults of life. In me, the heart of the Blue Ridge: history in forgotten cobblestone
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
Moonlight 14
I spend my night in syncopated sighs rhythmically tied to piano sonata no. 14 on repeat Beethoven too knew something of longing
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
A Bee Flew Up My Nose
A Bee Flew Up My Nose A bee flew up my nose today, I swatted, sneezed, it buzzed away. It wriggled in, I gasped in fright,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Forever Lost in Sunshine
Forever Lost in Sunshine Golden rays spill over fields of laughter, soft as the whispers of careless days. Footsteps fade in the hush of summer,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Who am I really ?
Who am I really? Am I a universal identity or just a soul born to the earth? A drop in an ocean, or the ocean itself? Is my being a thread woven through time,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
She drowned in remorse and tears.
she drowned in remorse and tears. His face as he looked, asking, why was I not enough? I loved, cherished, and looked after you?
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Obesity is killing me
Obesity, a weight of choice, A heavy heart, a muted voice. Each bite a refuge, sweet escape, But deeper still, the soul’s landscape.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Lighthouse
Lighting the way for many intriguing one's thoughts, greeting whoever passes by having the light that leads and shows where and
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Poets