Most recently published stories in Poets.
Something you can have complete freedom with. Something that shows you that you can have a bad week but soon something, for this case the wind, can allow it to pass. The freedom you get granted is your own imagination. Where you are able to see either a fluffy thing or actual pictures.
By Becky W9 years ago in Poets
The inebriated masses Livers swell Lovers bell The mask is never unveiled The masquerade ball, is never a ball Debauchery hall
By David LaLone9 years ago in Poets
It's a mental craze, and it often runs like a maze. The bitch runs like they're on cocaine and it's driving me insane.
By Dakota Clayville9 years ago in Poets
People are so afraid of the dark. Of what lurks within. You can't see a thing, and you can't stand the silence. It drives you crazy, so you search for a light.
By Rachael McCarthy9 years ago in Poets
Remember.... Remember.... Remember.... Remember.... Memories.... Flooding my head, lying on my bed, I can't... can't stop....
By Phoenixica249 years ago in Poets
As the marble roles down the hill the little boy laughs and runs Apache Joe and the Cowboy Kid with hands firmly on plastic guns
By David Aleman9 years ago in Poets
It's hard to be optimistic When the sun goes down. Something about the darkness Turns my head around. All the goals I set before me,
By Erica L. Barton9 years ago in Poets
She’s a little annoying. She’s there when I’m in the middle of talking to friends. She’s there when I’m eating breakfast.
By Jack Rabbit9 years ago in Poets
Owww... I long to be in your embrace Yet times past and things have changed Can I truly say you are my heart When times are cold
By Illya K9 years ago in Poets
Again I find myself in the same position, curled up in a ball crying my heart out, It's like there's some kind of opposition,
Mere droplets of water, yet very heavy Everybody get out of the way, be weary The rain is hitting, and it hold no query It doesn’t matter if your a man, woman, or a baby.
By Mo Darasi9 years ago in Poets
One cold night in mid winter snow, the clock struck ten as the fire brightly glow. I settled down as I began to retire
By Jess Kerridge9 years ago in Poets
