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I Wrote A Book, So What?
I wrote a book, so what? "Love Poems to Girls Who Don't Text Back" is my debut project that is the culmination of years of life experiences, intense emotions, and art. This book means everything to me, and absolutely nothing to you. Therefore, it’s my job to convince you of why you should buy, or at least read my debut poetry book (it’s free with Kindle Unlimited).
By Vagabond Writes3 years ago in Poets
Eyes of Chai & Milk
Your eyes of chai and milk pour the will to bud upon me. My skin and pulp of silt sigh... for part of me won't love me, (but)
By Gina C.3 years ago in Poets
The Fabulous, Astounding, Magnificent Marshmallows. Content Warning.
Excuse me, excuse me Ladies and gentlemen Introducing The fabulous The astounding The magnificent ... Me It's marshmallow time, baby.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
By the Lake
I muse upon her At a tree by The lake, I take my time, Try to see The line Of her grin, I can't Put a pin On what it is
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Love line
This is out of the blue, I know. I know. I get some rosé. You look at the menu like you want a new fix. You go for a dry red. Same old you.
By Jane3 years ago in Poets
how to write when you don’t even want to write
Fill with self doubt and anxiety Like pouring steaming hot tea from kettle I am chipped cup Barely containing expectation and desire
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Poets
Do you hear that?
I turned 22 and it only got worse from there. I am increasingly relying on sating my hunger by feasting on the happiest episodes of strangers
By Mesh Toraskar3 years ago in Poets
Narc, Narc
You made me fall into your pit With your lies and your bait The fall was far too easy The tale you wove To drag me down
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Poets
Dry Land
My ribs hold an old war zone, Each vein is a fray, For they did snap like taut rope When I'd beg him to stay. My love was once a lush town,
By Morgana3 years ago in Poets
White House
White House breathes down ladle neck. - Side Screen drenched in sticky moss mold. - Rust Roof frying at touch of pearl sun.
By Emma Kate Gee3 years ago in Poets
Car Debrief. Runner-Up in the Short and Sweet Challenge.
Safe in the car at last I peel off one heel then the next the kiss/hug/bye play put to rest Take care, home safe now's over with
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Poets
Love Bite
He bit me in the car: Side by side in the heat of the day, Dust at the road bend, He bent his head to the bare skin of my arm.
By Jennifer A. G.3 years ago in Poets