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there won’t be a wedding, not joining us; we know how to join ourselves so completely I forget what belongs to who, lose myself so absolutely that you breathe for me (or through me),
By Harper Lewisabout 7 hours ago in Poets
The Day I Chose Myself
For years I kept leaving myself behind. In rooms where my silence was easier than my truth. I carried everyone’s pain like it was my duty to break quietly.
By Rohit Kalsariya about 8 hours ago in Poets
The Step That Waits For You
The Step That Waits For You Do not stand and count the distance, Do not measure all to come, The weight of every step together,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 8 hours ago in Poets
The Distance Between Who You Were
The Distance Between Who You Were There is a distance you can feel, Between the past and who you stand, Not measured in the steps you’ve taken,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 8 hours ago in Poets
My Little Buttercup
My little buttercup, Never asks me "What's up?" She never has to, She always knows when I'm happy; When I am sad, She sits there,
By Carol Ann Townendabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Human and the Cosmos
Human and the Cosmos Faramarz Parsa Time moved steadily forward, and humanity—its feet chained to time—never ceased striving to build. Not merely to live, but to create something beyond life; something through which it could see God and uncover the secrets of the universe.
By Ebrahim Parsaabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
The Servant Becomes the Master
Fifteen years had passed since the velvet curtains of the Muscovite Theatre Guild succumbed to the moths and rot. Fifteen years since Solomon Caravaje walked out of that crumbling D-list circuit purgatory, leaving behind the stale scent of camphor, gin, and desperate nightly guarantees. He traded the dying filament of a solitary stage for the cold fluorescence of the boardroom. He traded the grift for the institution.
By Nathan McAllisterabout 8 hours ago in Horror
Rush Of Memories
Some days are just too long to keep on going As the memories come back This area was something else that I so dearly loved
By Sarah Danaherabout 8 hours ago in Poets