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I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
In twilight’s haze, where shadows creep, A soul unravels, threads frown deep. The clock ticks on, a relentless beat, Dreams suffocate beneath concrete feet.
By Luna Vani3 months ago in Poets
Today is Christmas Day... A day that I always enjoy spending with family. There are a lot of things that you can write about when it comes to this Holiday.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Poets
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
How often do you sit down... Just to experience gratitude? It seems to be a lost art in our world today... With so many people focused on what is next...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)4 months ago in Poets
The phone rang only once. Not the desperate kind. Not the long, pleading vibration that fills a room with panic. Just once. Clean. Precise.
By Salman Writes4 months ago in Poets
He loved me like a heresy, quiet at first, then all-consuming. Said I was different— which is how men begin when they mean dangerous.
By Brie Boleyn4 months ago in Poets
Walk through the world with a history bone, Carried from lands once taken and thrown. Shadows of ancestors pressed into skin,
By V4 months ago in Poets
"Don't touch the glass! Hot!" Grandma tells my frozen hands Too late, fingers burnt.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Poets
The urge to die hits me first thing stronger than anything. It circles in my head then pierces me - a sharp spike.
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Poets
One sip of red wine The taste of Napa Valley Melting my snow storm
By Levi Dickson4 months ago in Poets
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
