Most recently published stories in Poets.
She always knew how I had felt. Though I wasn't sure what would be dealt. I was a tell, my cards reflected in ones' own specs.
By Geoffrey Savage9 years ago in Poets
Tick, tock, tick, tock.. I wake up to hear my clock talking It’s telling me a story of times of despair I look up to see a man with barely any hair for only a body
By Cassidy Smith9 years ago in Poets
A small spark flickered inside me on and off with small dysfunction. It never stays anymore. It's almost an unfixable malfunction.
By Míssa Columbus9 years ago in Poets
I'm high off life but drunk off the feel, It's like I'm numb in the inside and I can't continue, To live life and try something new,
By Crystal Borrero9 years ago in Poets
Apart, apart, apart ... Apart This is the heart That is now apart It was once a whole When it all start But now that's done
By Jolie Kone9 years ago in Poets
I think in color Of many pathways that consider being optimistic I think in color For a varied future That news can make pessimistic
By Vaisa Haile9 years ago in Poets
I am distracted by beautiful things. The tiny, minute details everyone misses on a daily basis. The way the birds chirp outside my window on a lazy Sunday morning.
By Jai Storm9 years ago in Poets
Waiting late at night, For the suns first rays, To break the midnight sky, As the mockingbird flys, High in the beams, Of dawns first light...
By Cassie Ritch9 years ago in Poets
I never found religion in a church or a book, because I could never seem to fully grasp onto what they said; I could never hold the pages up to the light and label them as my truth.
By Fox Marsh9 years ago in Poets
I hate it here I hate everyone My head is constantly spinning I'm unclear Of whether or not I need you with me right now
By Destinee Renee9 years ago in Poets
In the depths of Ireland Willow wisps flicker around And I wonder if they'll notice me Even if I don't make a sound There she lingers in lingerie
By Anecia Lewis9 years ago in Poets
You Ice is cold. And it burns Just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine Your face as I look at it- frozen Unknown whether out of stone, or in time itself
By Ramon Fonseca9 years ago in Poets
