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"Twin Flame Echo's". Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
In one self I feel you. I feel to much of you so. I hear you. But the echo's must remain still. The longing must be still.
By Cryptic Edwards17 days ago in Poets
(sighs) I'm different - I am, are you??
He stared at me, I know he thought I said something - but.. I don't know, I need friends!? I don't know why it's difficult to explain - "NOT" being ATTRACTIVE!?
By 365poetry17 days ago in Poets
Official Notice: Preservation of the Heart
Attention. This is an official notice to all residents of the inner landscape. Your heart requires daily inspection. Neglect may lead to quiet corrosion, unnoticed at first, creeping through thoughts like fog through a forest.
By Sound and Spirit18 days ago in Poets
Can You Help "Me"? I'm Trying To Understand Oxygen - The Reason Things Aren't "Mixing" Properly - I'll Give An Example!
When did you hear me say hello, when did I say it to you? When did you hear me say goodbye, when did I say it to you? When did you think, well it's about the vocal chords, isn't it??
By 365poetry18 days ago in Poets
Floating Heart
My heart floats outside my body Somewhere in the ether Wandering Drifting through the world Scarred and battered Torn and tattered
By Atomic Historian19 days ago in Poets
NOTICE OF CONTINUED OPERATIONAL STATUS — UNITED STATES FEDERAL POLICY
This document hereby declares that enforcement actions of Department of Homeland Security remain in effect. All relevant agencies are instructed
By Cadma20 days ago in Poets
strong and irreversible. Content Warning.
architecture between the mob and liminal control was the lie and the cross someone said it was good once upon a time the intention looked like the best
By ⸘jason alan‽21 days ago in Poets
A PSA For Future Generations
I can’t explain why But we told ourselves a big lie We told ourselves we had defeated fascism But there was a schism In the streets we shouted their defeat
By Atomic Historian22 days ago in Poets
The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak22 days ago in Poets
he wanted me. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
he wanted me to need him instead of being real and confident. he wanted me to question everything instead of be deliberate and make my dreams come true.
By ⸘jason alan‽22 days ago in Poets
Where Are You?
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambert23 days ago in Poets
Oil for Sheep
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
By Hannah Lambert23 days ago in Poets