I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore My eyes are wrapped in shadowed cloth, The world has vanished into night, I reach for shapes I used to know,
By George’s Girl 2026 23 days ago in Poets
I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would think of like "HUCK" from the favourite shows that we know !? I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would assume knows all the flavours and all the talented makers !?
By 365poetry24 days ago in Poets
Across two shadows cast by time, Two systems rise in different light— One born in chains of ownership, One forged in rules of state and right.
By Press Release 24 days ago in Poets
I woke up with a stranger’s name in my mouth and no idea who it belonged to. The room felt familiar the way an old song does
By John Smith24 days ago in Poets
What would be the reason I am awake at this hour !? I have NO desire to be with the world, to speak to people as if they had value!!
By 365poetry25 days ago in Poets
it’s been years since you’ve been gone and i hate to say it in the plural tense like loss is something that ages, softens,
By Maj Forbes25 days ago in Poets
I was born in 1962, 1958, or even 1979 - clap if you have the same feeling !? I had sex at 10, 25, 98 - clap if you have the same feeling !?
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
imagine feeling everything pangs 0f infinite gn0stic hunger bef0re, after, during thinly in the brain aut0cannibalized by the mind
By ⸘jason alan‽25 days ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetry26 days ago in Poets
Scratching across the paper My head bleeding into the emptiness Black and red Yellow oozing I can feel all that I’m losing
By Atomic Historian26 days ago in Poets
