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close but not to close could not have been much more vague figure traced in rain
By Gerry Thibeaultabout 2 hours ago in Poets
They don’t come in saying “I am ashamed.” They come in saying “I’m tired.” “I don’t know why I’m like this.” “I should be better by now.”
By Teena Quinn about 2 hours ago in Poets
I don’t know how to talk to you anymore. So often you don’t engage. On the rare occasions that you actually do — you don’t.
By Carolyn Sternesabout 2 hours ago in Poets
I don't want flowers at my funeral I want flowers all the time in general I don't want flowers when I'm dead Pink and red are my favorite flowers, I said
By Denise E Lindquistabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Walking in, small shop: Forgot the smell of pizza… Can’t wait for the taste!
By Gabriel Shamesabout 3 hours ago in Poets
The wind is surely asking something; it raps meekly on my old window. Should ever I deign to answer it, I fear where it might ask me to go.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout 3 hours ago in Poets
I learned early that walls remember. * They keep the warmth of arguments, the outline of hands pressed flat against plaster,
By Shannon Hilsonabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Invocation Done Spent Evil Wickedness Seduced by dark side I choose the path that swallows me ↯ Voodoo Doll
By Tina D. Lopezabout 3 hours ago in Poets
