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I never told her I love her
Everything began when I was 22, and she was 17. She joined my church, and we connected instantly. Our friendship quickly blossomed, and within six months, I found myself falling in love with her. She became someone I deeply cared for, someone who was always on my mind, and my feelings only grew stronger over time.
By Haseeb Tariq2 years ago in Poets
Dusk
Based on Randy Baker's Prompted #5 Challenge (my second entry): Where is my mind? Quietly, I consider the Pixies lyric (yesterday,
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Therapeutic. Honorable Mention in Masks We Wear Challenge.
“As I said, it has been a long time since I’ve talked about these things…” (Need spinach, eggs, rice, pasta; maybe get some of those garlic Buffalo wings)
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Stardust Whispers
Stardust Whispers In the velvet expanse, a twinkling sea A million diamonds, scattered wild and free The stars, like tears, from heaven's eye
By Sanamdeep Singh2 years ago in Poets
Lego
Let go and free yourself Take some time to relax And refocus your mind Just sit back and unwind for a while Let go of all your troubles
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Tales of Torment
the world that torments me, is not of this world but of that, that is spiritual, powers not of this world that produce–
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Inquisition. Content Warning.
Why? Why didn’t you look at me? Why did you ignore the blood from scours on my arms? Or the blood that trickled from between my legs?
By Jennisea Redfield2 years ago in Poets
Death and I had a rendezvous. . Content Warning.
Scrambling through my ecstasies, I stumbled across the depths of blue, On my way to my deathbed, I and Death had a rendezvous.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Bridge
Everyone marvels at your beauty and grandeur How you span the gap with such grace They wonder at your strength That is
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You Have No Rival
You have no rival. Nothing stands against. My mind is consumed by you. My thoughts can't escape your face. / You are below nothing.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
My beautiful (im)perfect body . Content Warning.
This body stands, I, myself stand in front of the mirror. Once again I cannot look away. Not because I like what I see. But because it could be better.
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
Black Fog. Top Story - June 2024. Content Warning.
In fleeting moments, I wonder what might have been. The past forgotten and the future I have seen Now my back is turned in silent ache,
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets