Cinquain

The Hollow It Fills
It is not enough just to close the tab but to understand the hollow it tries to fill inside you. You do not have to
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
The Geology of Us
When time has compressed me to stone, and my skeleton’s part of the cliff, the wind will begin its slow work, composing its elegy if.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
A Practical Guide to Reclaiming Your Focus from Porn. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
You clicked for a thrill, a escape from the stress, A moment of pleasure, a way to decompress. But the minutes turned hours, the buzz didn't last,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
How to Build Unbreakable Discipline. AI-Generated.
Forget the grand and fiery inspiration's spark, Forget the motivational words that ring in dark. For discipline is not a feeling, not a mood,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
2 Different
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Beautiful People
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Untethered
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Why can’t you give me the respect I’m entitled to?!
I tried to whisper the warning… Child-sized hands tugging at grown sleeves, my voice a lantern with too little oil. “She is not who she seems,”
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Curse of a Healthcare Worker
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Happy as Robin Williams
I’m as happy as Robin Williams I smile like he do through and through But deep down the phrase bothers you A jester’s smile that goes on for miles
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
The Pain
If I do not change I only have myself to blame For I am who I am Because of the pain 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 Historian3 months ago in Poets
The Tragic Love Story of Qays and Layla
The Tragic Love Story of Qays and Layla True story Long ago, in the deserts of Arabia, in the tribe of Banu ‘Amir, two children were born: Qays ibn al-Mulawwah** and his cousin Layla al-‘Amiriyyah**. From the moment they could walk, they played together among the tents of their tribe, chasing each other across the sands, sharing laughter, and forming a bond that grew stronger with every passing year.
By America today 3 months ago in Poets