Happy?

"What do I have to do to make you happy?" Familiar brown eyes meet mine, each pool of sight looks lost. The shrug of shoulders confirms what the pupils portray. What a loaded question for a seeker of contentment. The cage opens and closes, but nothing is set free. Is there anything to release? What … Continue reading Happy? →

Awakening

Swipe. I still feel. Swipe. I’m crying. Swipe. I don’t want these anymore. Breathe. The sun gets up, so can I. Breathe. Trembling hands clench. Breathe. Release. Two opposing forces trying to do the same thing. Clarity isn’t in focus, but sound reaches my ears. “Not Alone” permeates my mind and I sigh. … Continue reading Awakening →

Silent Savior

I see the fiery breath before it reaches my sensitive drums that reverberate meaning. What scorching marks They leave on my heart. But a heart is a heart to hurt, Even if it’s not the target of desire. Every beat wilts my pumping organ Until the words become metaphysical. A battle between truth … Continue reading Silent Savior →

Wavering Passion

Flicker. Each letter coming together to make— Something, anything. But the human eyes flit across the page, Maybe one word soaked in. One among hundreds that sit neatly next to one another. Only the select few get chosen, Get appraise and recognition. Flicker. Each session I’m just sitting here writing- no typing … Continue reading Wavering Passion →

The One I Need Most

Dedicated to my best friend, that I failed... I'm so sorry “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson https://poets.media/the-one-i-need-most I don't deserve to be called your friend anymore By: Erin Winans

Alone

These are two poems revolve around my time in college and how I had many days where I felt alone. I kept all my feelings in, but once I found poetry, I was able to release what I had bottled within. https://poets.media/loneliness-16 https://poets.media/a-silent-phone ~Erin Winans P.S. I would love to hear feedback/thoughts from others 🙂 … Continue reading Alone →

Captain America’s Strength

I’m with you till the end of the line. ~Steve Rogers Red; The color of passion, yet blood. White; The color of goodness, but also representing blankness. Blue; The color of calm and wise, but synonymous with sadness. Dual embodiments duel for dominance in a torn body. Fingers twitch with the need to write … Continue reading Captain America’s Strength →