Most recently published stories in Poets.
I hit rock bottom when I was 18 years old. I met a boy with perfect hands and a beautiful smile, and he ate my heart like he was starving.
By Chelsea Z.8 years ago in Poets
Undeserving I am of you You've always demonstrated love that is true I tried to have my cake and eat it too Chance after chance you gave me
By Garvin Raye8 years ago in Poets
For all the mountains stories we have written together For the light of the bonfire behind the smile of tired faces For all the laughter in the tent that we share to the starlight
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets
You either fuck the world, or let the world fuck you. The pain can feel so good, making you cum with sadness. It's addicting, like the inhale of a morning cigarette.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets
I envision sweet euphoria, Against my tastebuds. My shadow is compromised by this compelling symmetrical reflection. An image not comparable.
By Kiesha 'KSsense' sadler8 years ago in Poets
Talk to me. Words. Eyes. Heart. And if all that fails. Write. Draw. Paint. And if all that fails. Scream. Cry. Punch the cushions —
By Chloe Urquhart8 years ago in Poets
Wandering along the shore the aftershocks of love breaking like waves against the crushed coral sand. Through filtered sunlight
By Valentyna Holloway8 years ago in Poets
My heart is like a largest marble slab. Heavy... Each day I feel it swing down in my stomach. Feeling it hit every organ with each beat of my heart.
By Darcy Tompkins8 years ago in Poets
These words are not for you So much of me has been done for an audience lately and this notebook is a calculated effort to stop that in my writing.
By Jayce-Jaquee Pezzelle8 years ago in Poets
In our preparation for self-discovery, We’re not sure what the future will hold. What comes next? How do we handle the truth?
By Steph Sinclair8 years ago in Poets
Even when you break me I hang on by this thread I dream of fields and rolling hills But everything is dead I wander through this wasteland
By Em D8 years ago in Poets
She used to play with dolls and toys then later searched to play with boys her heart broke, into the heart came a whole empty, broken unable to find a place to call home
By Mina Garcia8 years ago in Poets
