Most recently published stories in Poets.
You're never going to be an angel Your wings are black and stained You’re never going to be an angel You have fell and felt the flames
By Becca Eliza9 years ago in Poets
The night drags on as the moon tracks the hour. Sleep remains ever elusive. The dark pulling forth every painful memory, every angry word, every heartbreaking picture from locked deep inside. Only surfacing to torment an already troubled mind.
By Nicole Lane9 years ago in Poets
She is handsome, Strong-minded and intelligent. She can make you stand still breathless, the wind taken by her flawless, gentle hands.
By Shannon Moriarity9 years ago in Poets
Sense late on how life is deep. Traps of routine a crisis type feat. Like songs I hear shower me in shit. A dog wet of smell and living in fear.
By Andy Russell9 years ago in Poets
I am The Girl, who is trapped in this Dark room. there is nothing, not even a sound. I see this light at the edge of the room,
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets
I do not care about the color of your hair Nor your eyes Nor your skin You can practice teetotalism Or like your tonic with extra gin
By Alex Casey9 years ago in Poets
Three years later, when I first saw you I fell in love with a person, one I thought I knew. Your grin, dark hair, soul-aching eyes,
By Kisella Kopciuk9 years ago in Poets
I love you I love you when it’s cold outside and you let me seek comfort in your jacket I love you during the night when wolves howl and the moon shines
By g. whiles9 years ago in Poets
31 hours away, It breaks my heart I feel this way, Caught off guard you came unto me, “I was honestly lost, but now I see”
I am earth, bearer of the primordial womb; Time plants his seeds within my hinterland, Life takes root: nourished by sea and sun,
By Raven Aurora9 years ago in Poets
I have butterflies in my stomach, And these thoughts that are in my head, About a future and a life, But one where I’m not dead.
She was there, I could touch her, make sense of her form. I remember her beauty and the way she curled her hair, her voice sounded like a bell while other times it sounded like rough gravel.
By Beautifully Jaged9 years ago in Poets
