Soft light through the brush,
ember leaves kiss fading sun;
autumn’s heart burns red.
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Somewhere down here beneath your quiet light, I’m here thinking of you and speaking aloud tonight. Somewhere up there, I know that you still care,
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Poets
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley4 days ago in Poets
The Dirty House at Number 3 It had curtains that never quite closed and a front step that leaned like it was tired of holding up secrets
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
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Oooo, I especially loved the second and third lines!