Fact and illusion They are the same but ain't the same, they are different but they are the same " What started fake ain't get ever genuine"
By Sofiane Illyah 2 years ago in Poets
I stumble out of the pub - trying to hail a cab on a foggy as soup night A heavy blanket of alcohol- soothes the ceaseless, monkey chatter in my brain
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
The mould of - inside - is not the - you see outside of - The - of me - me is the - me the me I - to be The mould of - inside me is the hidden me, that wants -
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I grew up believing that men are alcoholics and women are mentally ill, chronics I wasn't the only one back in the day because when I cried all-day
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
In the darkness of night, a spark shines bright A whisper of hope, cutting through the blight Embrace the day, with its golden light
By Lover2 years ago in Poets
Below is my entry for RM Stockton's March Write Club challenge "Madness" --- Mirrored images of battling minds Antagonizing lost leprous souls
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Things have never been the same since... 👼 You said it was better off dead! 🪦 You may have never wanted it, but I did! 👰♀️
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Poets
Nothing in this world can take your smile away Nothing on the Earth can set you limits today Don't let people control your feelings
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Pride comes before a fall a fall becomes the humbling of a man a man's very being value and worth brought into question
Do you believe me as a victim if I still perform well? Does a good mood undermine all I’ve lost? Is happy, healthy, and traumatized allowed?
By Test2 years ago in Poets
In the Payne's Grey night I fumble, fingering hot, Wet, squishy, sticky * How did these get here? None of these belongs to me--
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Parking spot Keys Sock pairs Pocketknife Pens Chapstick Readers Sunglasses Passwords Wallet Friendships
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
