I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
She laughed at my way of speaking... my accent. He laughed, they laughed... I laughed too. I laughed, not because I was not from where they were from.
By Homayra Adiba6 months ago in Poets
Do they know the real face you keep hidden? Do they know the real you that lies beneath? How long will you let them watch you struggle?
By Gunnar Anderson6 months ago in Poets
Your masks might lie, but their forms and lines reveal the truth of the intentions behind. So I search beyond the plastic
By A. S. Lawrence6 months ago in Poets
Each word I write remakes my face— a thousand selves in shifting glass. The page becomes a mirrored place where every truth must learn to pass.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales6 months ago in Poets
Air I am wind when no one’s watching, a whisper threading leaf to leaf. I learn to vanish in the breathing, to bend and break without belief.
I do not love you like I say I do, yet I smile and laugh along the way, because if the truth is revealed to you my heart would not last for another day.
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
I would offer you tea except it would burn the tongue you needlessly lash my way when I'm sure sexy slumping slurping
By Cali Loria6 months ago in Poets
I thought it was my choice. One line. One spark. One deep breath. The taste of fire in my throat, the smell of diesel filling my nasal cavity.
By Autumn Stew6 months ago in Poets
It begins in silence; not an empty silence but in the hush of trees listening, the whisper of snow pressed flat by hooves,
graduated from judgement and its consequences reflections of pagan paradise alleged with eminent religion allotted for life and death subjugated
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
