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don’t speak
stop acting like a victim it could have been worse let it go evil is a strong word—don’t be dramatic nobody believes you
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
scratches in my mind - even misery...
even misery its contemptibility hates your company * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: I was thinking of the famous phrase "misery loves company" and then thought about tipping it...because sometimes...when I'm at my lowest, I think even misery hates my company. Curiously, the image was created by putting the full senryu into NightCafe's prompt box. Felt it was very fitting. I also felt it fit in with the scratches in my mind series.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Silence
Sliding across the bench toward you I reach out my hand for yours Late night sounds hush around us Empty coffee cups stacked
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Poets
Shades of Carnivorous
Arturo The boy starves to become to the man he needs to be. He exists in a vacuum of terror and scary questions that cannot be released without paying a large price for freedom. He latches onto deep, dark reds, to soak in his hunger like a ravenous wolf. When he meets the anger that feels like a twin in Dan, he wants to sink his teeth into that fury like the finest cut of beef, raw. He is carnivorous inside, a growling pang of non-stop hunger for something deeper.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Shhhh
Shhhhh. Be very, very quiet. I know you’re sleeping, but lo and behold, it’s 3 a.m. and I am an energetic and enigmatic ball of fur and magic toe beans.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Peace...
She began as soon as death's rattle had imprinted Into her happily ever after Life. She danced among the wrung rhythms, the fading
By Caroline Janeabout a year ago in Poets
leave
you will leave and i will cry. who were we kidding. we were never going to last. i will say that i will never let you come close again.
By Sara about a year ago in Poets
Cigarettes and Blood Lust
Rip open my ribs. RIP OPEN MY RIBS! I dare you to crack open my bones and plunge dirty nails Into the maw of my chest, Pluck out the still-beating organ there
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Songbird
Sing to me little lark, sing of the sorrows that drown you. Ignite me, take flight into a world that reaps your sound. Lilting melodies touch the ground, the wind carries your echo.
By Adri Sotoabout a year ago in Poets
Dawn
Softly, darkness lay like a blanket, holding the world as it breathed deeply. Inside, everyone was still dreaming, not yet ready to stir before the dawn. A
By Bugsy Wattsabout a year ago in Poets
Silent and Bittersweet Goodbye
Sugar coated insults paved the way Intricate as origami Life's not fair is what they say Except I once had you Nestled in my palm
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
I Am Proud Of Me
I come from true stories of pain from A past that would have been enough to break even the toughest of people. I come from being kicked about, like
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets