Ekphrastic

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
Ghost Writing
Ambition renders all friendships fragile Banquo was my name, while yet I drew breath Cut down by a traitorous blade was I
By D. J. Reddall2 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
A Story of Discovery and Desire. Content Warning.
In the foggy gleam of nightfall, with the air thick with the commitment of summer, she felt a blending profound inside her. It was a sensation she couldn't exactly name, a shuddering of expectation that moved along her skin like the main murmurs of a late spring breeze. She lay underneath the shade of stars, her heart beating in musicality with the beating thump of the evening.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Poets
The Allure of Action
Four minds are at work in this charming scene: Boss, secretary, laborer, artist The last is so clear as to be unseen
By D. J. Reddall2 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
The Artist's "I"
I ought to run him through, this callow twit! Ogling Juna as he would a ham Or a plague victim specked with sores and shit
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Proofs and Theories . Content Warning.
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Peers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets