The Hour the Red Horse Waited The red horse stands among winter branches, pine needles breathing out old December air. Ornaments sway with the smallest memory of touch,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Wicked Step Dad Please don’t run away he will kill you I said it too fast I think you missed half you’re fumbling with the window latch
Red Number At The Casino I found a fortune with my hands in the loo. notes folded like promises all over the floor. The table smiled, green and patient,
Falling Down From Bridges High I have stood where the city forgets its name, where the river keeps secrets better than people,
In searching for satisfaction, I have found death in the form of sin, and at the cost of my breath‐ In looking for pleasure, I've found myself dancing within a fire
By Josh Morgan2 months ago in Poets
The Cats That Scream When the houses sleep quiet at night, the streets turn narrow and shy. From the gutters of sleep they gather,
Together, Me And My Horse I love my life in the way this moment breathes, the leather creaks, the wheels wait their turn.
Poem on the Catwalk She steps where cameras are and chandeliers hang low, a red carpet unrolling like a sentence with no end.
The Seven-Year Itch Made Him Cheat He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. A restless pulse lived under his shirt, and I knew.
Music Is My Heaven The notes rise and fall like waves on a quiet sea. Each chord pulls me closer to a place I cannot name.
Love Has No Rules Love has no rules, no chalk lines on the floor, No book that tells the heart what it should do. It walks in barefoot, knocks once, then stays,
Don’t Be Cruel He Is My Child He stands in the doorway with folded arms and silence, Watching a boy breathe like it offends the room.
