Ballad

F'ed Up Little Red. Content Warning.
It was the end of the work week for the hard working men. Little Red Riding Hood's father was coming back home. The mother sent her to an adult store with her ID to purchase some risque items. She had gone off to the store.
By Sid Aaron Hirji2 years ago in Poets
Hold on just yet
After losing her parents, Anaya felt that she was living her life in an oblivion She lost her interest in her day to day activities, and felt the world around her moving too fast.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Sand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What colour is your smile
what colour is your smile what weather is it tonight We will meet in while Just romantic enough for date night I saw the sky bright blue
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
I do not believe in soulmates
The notion of being swooned into a whirlwind of romance is a tale long told, Admonishing the beauty of efforts in oozing passion is a narrative untold.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
God will wreck your plans if your plans wreck you
The most benevolent outrage ever silenced were the gallant echoes of the mind. In the dreariest of tremors, the tiniest fragment of hope prevails,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
black swan
sometimes, i feel sad sometimes, i feel lonely sometimes, the black just never stops flowing. which way is up which way is down
By Courtney Ann2 years ago in Poets
The Unfolding Office and Michael Journey. Content Warning.
Numerous love stories that have inspired generations with their everlasting spirit may be found throughout human history. The tale of Sarah and Michael stands out among the others as an example of the enduring power of love. Their story is laced with themes of serendipity, tenacity, and unshakable commitment; it's a stunning tapestry that never fails to enthrall readers.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Poets
Cold legs
Cold legs walking in summer Evaporates everything until winter Motivates Mankind to rise up (upper) When the sun slept in my bed
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Does traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Keys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets