Most recently published stories in Poets.
She surrounds herself with toxic stags and material loves As if this existence, her essence Is validated through constant reassurance of her worth.
By Andie Arthur8 years ago in Poets
Love, a fact or fiction, I am not sure what I would choose The fact is when it comes to loving someone, all I do is probably lose
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
My toilet won’t stop running; it keeps a solid tune from the bathroom. It screams at me to say, “the on-duty maintenance team
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets
I am almost always constantly torn Between leather and brass And falling water I'm half gasoline and matches Half cut grass and wet leaves
By Raven Whitecastle8 years ago in Poets
I walk down a street in Thunder Bay. Some random white guy walks past me, turns and calls back to me, "Dirty Indian,
By Douglas Semple8 years ago in Poets
The question is do we want to be free or safe? Being truly free I can kill whoever I want When and where For anything petty
By James Fuentes8 years ago in Poets
I hand father a rag for his shoes Which he receives without a word But a face with knitted brow He cleans the dirt from lace to sole-
By Tosin Arimiwem8 years ago in Poets
I hold the compass in my hand, wishing the needle would no longer turn, ceaselessly spinning, endlessly turning until even the rose of winds becomes a blur and home is gone.
By Rhiannon Watcher8 years ago in Poets
Isabella, you’ve got hair just like Sleeping Beauty. Isabella, you dance just like Cinderella. It’s like you’re the Beauty and I’m the Beast.
By Chloe Urquhart8 years ago in Poets
Has it really been that long, Two and half years flew by, It's just like yesterday I got the text "I love you -Mama Rhonda,"
By Noah Renee8 years ago in Poets
Suit trousers, black, River Island Pull on Worry about fit Zip and button Sigh, relieved Shirt, dark blue, H&M Slide on
By Lottie Ryan8 years ago in Poets
I watched him dance away into the night But I loved the sight I stayed and let his memory slip from my skin The glow I felt in his presence slipped into the dark
By Brooke Jarvis8 years ago in Poets
