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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Black Lives
As I sit here I wonder if others understand why it's a must that we instill in others that black lives really matter I mean as if blacks actually matter in a society that teaches others they don't
By Latoia Dunn9 years ago in Poets
The Bathroom Stall
I see the writing on the wall, It's a dirty fucking stall, Filled with sick and twisted things, Seen only in psychotic dreams.
By Christina Sample9 years ago in Poets
Xylophone Ribs
And when I breathe in you can play my xylophone ribs. I will breathe in, and I will breathe you in. Your heartbeat resonates against
By Sophia dos Remedios9 years ago in Poets
Goodbye Polar Bear!
Goodbye Polar Bear! You were such a good Bipolar bear Even though you’d Think it’s not fair We all know you weren’t all there
By Conjury9 years ago in Poets
Reality's Game
The pain I feel, It's all too real. Numb inside, My head is spinning, Not knowing which way to go, Who to turn to, How to trust.
By Ilana Weiss9 years ago in Poets
A Rainy Encounter
I stand firm, no minding my surrounding Till this beauty unwittingly draws my attention She has a perfect height and perfect stature
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
The Other Side of You
The Other Side Of You. When you are staring at the rope. When you have lost all hope. Tie a knot... Then hold on as tight as you can.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
Clowns
Scared of clowns? How did this urban legend come to be? Well, the make up to hide their face is a dead give away. You were told to stay away from strangers as a kid,
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
It's Time to Leave
Here we go again, Back to a familiar spot, But it doesn't feel so grand, It feels quite miserable, In fact quite hurtful,
By Noah Renee9 years ago in Poets
Where the Tears Go
Ten thousand days, perhaps more Now faded forever Since he first enlightened this lyricist Guiding my vestal quill Through undiscovered lands
By J Hirtle9 years ago in Poets
Good vs. Bad
Hard to tell if I do have a good side and a dark side, If they fight each other off at times, Or one helps me through my worst of times,
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Chained
I smile as I watch the clouds fly by, wishing I could feel there freedom and see what they see. I smile with my lips while I frown with my heart. Seeing nothing, feeling nothing but the chains. Chains that weigh me down, make me drown in air. Chains that are not mine. Each link a sin I did not do but someone had to pay the dues.
By Rhiannon Watcher9 years ago in Poets