Family

Home From Another Home
1. First, memorise the difference. Not the number- the feeling of it. Learn which hours belong to which people. 2. Stay up late on purpose.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper22 days ago in Poets
Ragdoll is Shoebox
I never asked her to take my words like gospel. Yet somehow, she does, I think, leading by example. I have earned her trust.
By Seema Patel23 days ago in Poets
What Wasn’t There
Hello… If I don’t reach out, I’m met with silence. When I do, the familiar pattern emerges: Surface-level chatter. Half responses. God forbid I need emotional support.
By Alicia Melnick 23 days ago in Poets
I Just Had An Epiphany - And Now, I'm Sharing, It's Weird, I've Never Been Able To Tell Anyone How I Feel.....
I've eaten "Ice-cream" before - AMEN! I've eaten "Ice-scream" before - AMEN! Sometimes it's weird learning how to spell! At first I've learnt that scream is a shout!
By 365poetry23 days ago in Poets
I Have Sat In A "Public Transportation" - Matey Seats Make Perfect Sense!
Some of us ladies, aren't great at this thing here; so I'll just tell you what I've been thinking, HERE! Valentines day, 1998 - he said he had a "GIRLFFRIEND".
By 365poetry23 days ago in Poets
Dog Slavery Is On The Rise
Dog Slavary On The Rise Stood on a chair like a four legged maid red cap on tight, and my dignity frayed a sponge in paw, suds up to my nose
By Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
Baby Wings . Content Warning.
Baby Wings Why did you leave me? Why did you decide I was too much when I was barely enough for myself to hold on to?
By Tabitha Galluccio23 days ago in Poets
I’m not really into politics
I'm not really into politics But I know politics is really into me Into you and everyone I pass in the street It's in the places where I buy my groceries
By Cadma23 days ago in Poets
How To Feel Like Yourself Again
1. wake up early before the children (this may not happen)
By Emilie Turner23 days ago in Poets
Dirty Old Town
Dirty Old Town The streets are thick with soot and rain a child stands waiting, thin with pain her dress is torn, her shoes are weak
By Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
Sorrowful Love
Years later and the grass is the still the same color yellow. The white paint is peeling more on the right side. Over there is the garage where I used to hide.
By Jax Wolf23 days ago in Poets
How Many Children Did "Vic Firth" Have - The Number One Question For Every Parent!?
Someday, I will be better! Someday, I will beat people, tell them what I want in life - just because it's better! Someday, the things that I've been told made perfect sense!
By 365poetry24 days ago in Poets