There is always someone who arrives when the day gives up. They bring no sun, only a star, a flame small enough to teach the darkness that it does not...Read more

Guys, i just noticed this person, David @mixx813, is posting other people's work on this platform. When i called him out, he even deleted my comment...Read more

Depression is often described as a feeling of great sadness. Yet no one talks about the numbness beating in your chest. The feeling of being there, bu...Read more

She stays there her chest offered to people, to their fingers smeared with small desires, with ridiculous superstitions. They brush the marble as the...Read more

ChatGPT should brew your morning coffee not write your sunset poems, should massage you on every Sunday not take away your creativity everyday ; Chat...Read more

Nothing is left Not the clouds that carried weight Not the sea that used to soothe our hearts Not the rivers that kept promises People changed Li...Read more

All the beautiful things are dying and I am sad. All the beautiful things I know rhyme with death and I am sad. The sun is only a sun because it is ...Read more

Yesterday, I asked the mirror if it knew me. It fogged slightly, gave up pretending, then cleared. Outside, the moon pretended not to listen as if tru...Read more

So long as you I collide we will ...Read more

People always have a stone in their hand when they don’t understand the darkness of others. They look at your belly, they look at your hands, searchin...Read more

I remember your eyes, The prettiest shade of brown, Dulcet as rain tapping, A windstorm held still behind brown eyes. I still hear the soun...Read more

12341 Breathe You are Everything Your old you had hoped.

Stay Little Butterfly, And sway with the Wind.

Contemplate the Tao; Consider your inner Buddha. Consult the teachings Christ once bestowed, Coupled with Mohammed's words; Centralize the pagan tradi...Read more

Like prayer beads strung tight Like a girl's red lipstick Light as a shattered tooth, Luscious and succulent Lusty with wild passion Let this be y...Read more

The bleeding ink And the blue droplets. The satisfaction it has And the dazy numbness. The gliding grip And the stay in my mind. My pen is only mine...Read more

What a week of endless joy and poetry! You've all outdone yourself with your incredible talent and we have witnessed, with pride, your enthusiasm and ...Read more

the curtain rises like dawn and the house dims soft as a sunset sky. fingers reach for keys feet find their marks and the silence waits like held brea...Read more

Sometimes I think my heart is like a lonely, stray dog. It never learns the way home, but it recognizes a gentle hand. It runs after anyone who offers...Read more

My mind spins fast like a jet in the sky In summers heat and winters cold one text becomes like a crime scene I control and control like a separated...Read more