December 21st Winter solstice shortest day of the year when night comes too soon but only in the skies because the shortest days
By Colleen Waltersabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Mothers are supposed to know how to love their daughters, but it seems some don't. They reject them even in the womb.
By Moon Desertabout 4 hours ago in Poets
I hear you in the kettle first, that thin whistle trying to be brave. The kitchen tiles are cold, and my sock has a hole that keeps finding me.
By Milan Milicabout 10 hours ago in Poets
โBecause thereโs nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times itโs sent away.โ โ Sarah Kay
By Chantal Christie Weissabout 11 hours ago in Poets
This document hereby declares that enforcement actions of Department of Homeland Security remain in effect. All relevant agencies are instructed
By Cadmaabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Start smaller than you think you should; donโt disappear all at once. Just postpone your initial reaction. * When a feeling
By Luna Jordana day ago in Poets
The ruins didnโt look romantic. No soft-focus tragedy, no beautiful collapse with violin music behind it. ๏น๏น It was laundry piled up,
By Milan Milica day ago in Poets
I think it's time to stop saying "fuck it." I'm pretty sure I'm going to say "fuck it," tomorrow and probably the next day and
By Hayat Hyatta day ago in Poets
Each morning song remnants cycle through half-opened eyelids (incomplete playlist) Mangled words linger on fingertips still desensitized by dissipating dreams (unfinished)
By Oneg In The Arctica day ago in Poets
My head used to be a choir that only knew one hymn: Youโre too much, Youโre not enough, Try harder, be smaller, smile.
The rebellion wasnโt loud. No shaved head, no microphone, no dramatic โwatch me leaveโ with a suitcase and a soundtrack.
Silence stomps across the room going out of his way to loudly kick a chair away from the table stands at the window
By Colleen Waltersa day ago in Poets
