Most recently published stories in Poets.
Slowly, I walk towards the moon I might have to go soon The sun’s about to rise Safely, I make myself go home I don’t want to be alone
By Silver Graff9 years ago in Poets
Don't know much about you Just when I was growing frustrated Everybody's doing it And I'm doing it wrong Or am I? You heard I might
By Amy9 years ago in Poets
My mind holds no power or cryptic message… …there is no eclectic collection of memories or secrets… ..my mind remains demur
By Charlotte Storey9 years ago in Poets
We drove for hours, under the watchful eye of the moon. I was silent on the back seat, knees under my chin, staring at the glaring white circle.
By Megan Whiting9 years ago in Poets
"Don't do it" That's what she said "Not worth it" That's what she said "You'll be hurt" That's what she said "You'll ruin everything"
The days pass by as I try to forget you, remind me, why did I ever date you. Where do I start? You're a dead beat at heart.
By Mei9 years ago in Poets
I once was just a root. Who started out so tiny, Deep beneath the Soil. It was so cold and wet, Barely breathable. Suddenly a small patch
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets
Heart. This may be something I have never experienced before. I spring up in bed, and my blankets start to feel less like safety and more like sandpaper. Grasping for something, anything, to tell me that I am alive.
By Zoe Elizabeth9 years ago in Poets
I really don't think you tried to make me cry. You never were that kind of guy. I don't think you wanted to lie, but sometimes I think differently... deep down inside.
By Piper Suscha9 years ago in Poets
The body is a vessel, connected to spirit and mind, Residing within my mind, manifests these grey eyes, "Who?" asks the Owl, who is this other being that lives inside,
By Jack Rabbit9 years ago in Poets
Good things go, Bad things come. A Repeated Cycle, Of how things go. Sadness stays, Happiness floats. Life keeps going on.
Trying to make sense of what happened last night Facades are often mistake for strength and those are the lessons I was taught to understand.
