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Sunbeams
---===--- O Glorious Rays! Thine Melanoma Missiles Fusions Coyish Kiss ---===--- Authors Note: Inspired by the merciless oppression of the sun upon my dainty ghostlike form while on vacation. Remember to wear sunscreen when facing our progenitor and nemesis the sun.
By Addison Mabout a year ago in Poets
How Girls Write About Lust
I had this image of homesteaded baking and limes, Plucked from a tree, squeezed into pies, Now your tongue coats the air, coats everything that I do,
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
Indian Summer
For Indigenous People's Day and Columbus Day celebrated simultaneously, kudos to the ancient people who built the magnificent Great Houses we went to see a couple weeks ago in the wilderness of New Mexico. All photos by the author.
By Rob Angeliabout a year ago in Poets
If Ghosts Are Real. Content Warning.
How easy it would be to grieve if part of you still existed with me, your essence making its presence the moments I needed most; feeling you near,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
A Sign, If You Need It
You may wake one hazy morning and realize you have left yourself in a dream. Ghostly, you only half recognize the people and places surrounding. Perhaps you hurry to the mirror to find yourself, even a glimpse, but no reflection meets you on the other side. You might be terrified by this absence and try to convince yourself that this is the dream, after all.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
BUILD
“Courage doesn't mean you don't get afraid. Courage means you don't let fear stop you” What is Courage? “The ability
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Oppenheimer's Dilemma
Lurid mushrooms bloom Man skywriting his demise: “Nuclear Winter”
By N.J. Gallegos about a year ago in Poets
Neon Thoughts
I dream in neon colors and swallow toxic fumes That hover and glitter and glow green In the dark abyss of night but it's alright
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Who are you to say I am too much?
I have loved as fiercely as the star does shine, brilliantly upon the dancing leaves, the mist-clad meadows and the tiny walking creatures of light's creation.
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
Frozen
When you asked if I still loved you, I opened my mouth to speak, but the answer froze on my tongue. You looked to me for clarity. When I tried to smile, my frosty tears made your hair stand on end.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
stopping to smell the roses. Content Warning.
You told me stop and smell the roses. So here I am; its perfume burns my nose, a bitter blend of salt, casserole, and alcohol lingers on my tongue,
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
Cinnamon
Blood in my throat wastes time. I'm lying. I frankly don’t care if he finds me! My mouth sounds, my body sounds. * Find anything else. Look at the red sky
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Poets