Most recently published stories in Poets.
To my loved ones who I've hurt in life: Yes, I will always remember the wrongs I've caused in life. I relive it every day, I know that's why I don't like who I see when I look at me.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Fog shrouds the edges of the rocks masking broken edges of pain filled hollows as the predators flow down the slope toward their kill
By Aurora Skye9 years ago in Poets
Some days I believe in God... other days I forget how to pray some days I wake up dancing to some loud afro beats other days I wake up to some blues to cure my blues
By Winnie Rugamba9 years ago in Poets
I can't put my mind to rest. My eyes are wide open, My mind is overthinking. I am daydreaming of my future, And what things I must get done.
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets
The tap of a stone at my window Wakes me Crawling out of bed Eyes Red Open the shades Evening dark fades To morning blue
By Lon Casler Bixby9 years ago in Poets
As I lay here and reflect upon these last few months, I try to weave patterns from memories already worn thin Grasping at threads to make a quilt of thought
By Alex Odinson9 years ago in Poets
My name is Lindsay. And Heroin is my game. Suddenly became the only way to stay sane. Hitting the same vein multiple times in a day.
By Lindsay Tatham9 years ago in Poets
"Send me where you need me,where I can grow," I say,yet still I stay.I don't go.My ears are closed. Even when I open them,my mind says no.You show me and call mebut, though I hear,I don't listen.
By Danni Greer9 years ago in Poets
I don’t have a name I have a number Will my kids ever call me Dad? Will I know when they call me? Do they know I’m not that bad?
By David Aleman9 years ago in Poets
the birds are growing ever quiet, now the cats have come inside. the evening sun once drowning, now slips beneath the clouds and dies.
By Bradley Needham9 years ago in Poets
The Kansas City Royals won this year. The Warriors also won their game this time. Chicago Blackhawks captured on the sphere.
By Danny Fleming9 years ago in Poets
I didn't mean to make you smile that day. I didn't mean to think about your smile so much after I saw it the first time and I most certainly didn't mean to see you smile again, and again.
By Eva Beatrice9 years ago in Poets
