Blackout

3/21/24
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Factory
I awoke in the white room, eyes revolting against the harsh light. Flashes of memory hit me, tumbling and sharp like glass in a kaleidoscope.
By Alexa2 years ago in Poets
Snack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Empty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Memory
Take this last kiss and taste it only once. And if hope has long since departed, if the spell of enchantment has broken in those far off skies
By Sean Elliott2 years ago in Poets
Scars-2
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ankylosaurus
Covered in armor and spikes They cover me from head to toe However, if you can reach it There’s a soft spot below But good luck with that
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Villain
Always the villain Never the victim If it has happened to you I probably caused it Either through action or inaction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Zoo
He was lying on the bed with his legs extended How magical is the bed? I do not know He who is short is strong Like a stick in the wind at the moment
By Ahamed Thousif2 years ago in Poets