ATTENTION, ATTENTION: Do You suffer From FOMO? (fear of missing out) IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL, ARE YOU MISSING OUT? **** Statistics say you are...
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden26 days ago in Poets
Ungrateful - yes I know! "Stacy" seems to be always on "your" mind! I've cooked: Macaroni Rice Lentil Peas Jasmine Pie Potatoe Salad
By 365poetry26 days ago in Poets
I refuse to change who I am. It took me a long time to understand what that really means. When I say I wonβt change, I donβt mean I wonβt make room for love.
By Latisha Jean26 days ago in Poets
i wish i was more but that's all just a pipe dream for women like me
By Colleen Walters26 days ago in Poets
Writing is one activity that lets us relate to one another one way or another intuitively taking into account that noteworthy ideas may come and
By Mark Graham26 days ago in Poets
I didnβt come back all at once It was more like a slow signal returning to a radio Iβd stopped tuning. οΉοΉ First, I noticed my hands again.
By Milan Milic26 days ago in Poets
created, written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli This is a true story. Syfy blended with Dream of what has been a gift from the universe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 26 days ago in Poets
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By Colleen Walters27 days ago in Poets
MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION: There's nothing new under the sun Although it's disturbing, it's already been done We've polluted the airways
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden27 days ago in Poets
The ability to ask questions is our conscious tether to the ethereal wisdom which requires no feather. Becoming luminous is a delicate process of transmogrification.
By Kale Sinclair27 days ago in Poets
Trudging through snow, I paused to bask in the warmth of sunlit bricks. Although cold to the touch, their radiance heated the
Staring out the window I watch the days go by I wonder what happened I think about what I chose And ponder, why? Where am I?
By Atomic Historian27 days ago in Poets
