Prose

Make Me Beg. Content Warning.
Twist your tongue around my thoughts before you intertwine your fingers with my feelings. Press your mind up against my preconceived ideas of love and change my perspective.
By Joey Domingoabout a year ago in Poets
Thistle
In a world full of gilded lilies I am a thistle wild, flowering, herbaceous, sometimes spiny. I will not trim myself down for you
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
"Women are Queens". Content Warning.
Women are Queens I need to write this letter, this article, this prose, this song, this poem to create and share ideas or opinions from my brain or your brain of another human being in our climate of hate vs love and hope vs despair.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Talk to Me
You come home from work and don't even crack a smile Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it now Let's talk before you go lie down
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Pessimist
Everything always becomes a land mind in your mind, you're always stuck between being blown up and being left behind. and I enjoy true crime,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Silence
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Jump
I fell in love with the sea and the depths that he promised to me but all that stayed were shallow tide pools. The rest of him,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
True
Tell me something real like how the mountain air makes you feel. Does its icy fingers trace down your spine where the thought of us lingers?
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Heat
I watch you whispering, stones land roughly in my belly, is this the end? where has your mind gone? How many more cloudy evenings will you praise?
By Soulabout a year ago in Poets
The Salesman
Shadows are nothing but hollow salesmen trying their best to swindle you into buying bottles of synthetic sunshine and books on how to make a silver lining
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
forgiveness
forgiveness looks so tender, with soft eyes and gentle hands; her voice sounds like a lullaby after a slew of sleepless nights. she offers mercy to the merciless and sutures her own wounds without closure, without apologies, without vengeance. for the longest time, her remission repulsed me - i misconstrued her resiliency for compliance. i condemned her for how mildly she attained peace, when what she truly deserves is applause for seizing peace at all.
By melancholy galaxiesabout a year ago in Poets