These are the most recent submissions.

bestoflast

Of this life

perpetual

I'm sorry

fioravisirel

Subsist

this is the first thing i've managed to write in the past 6 years. i'm knocking off rust. . .

hotmess911

Thin Lines

jcashmon5294

A hundred meters

Thanks Deliric.. my shield. Expression without judgement.

poetrylady

The Sisters

I wrote this in April for National Poetry Month.

poetrylady

You Offered Me Your Hands

I wrote this poem for the wonderful couple that adopted me when I was almost seven months old.

pintsize

Tributaries

potentialthreat

Dead fly

Feeling so unsatisfied. 'But what do you feel so unsatisfied about?' I honestly don't know. I cant figure it out.

potentialthreat

Big

Oh to be a child again.... But, even as an adult, there are child-like thrills to chase. Everything you are, your 'ness', your mind and body can be traced back to that precious time. Everything has nostalgic potential, if you're willing to think. Nostalgia is so warm.

lilac_wine

The Hut

I know the title makes no sense, but it does to me. Please please tell me what you think.