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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
The Vocal Blues
In the land of blank screens, where ideas should brew, There sits a writer, feeling kinda blue. Staring at the cursor, it blinks in jest,
By Kel2 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
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
Finally One Time
An era beyond Your visit to see me Mind played. I like it Bought for me In the same red dress My eyes sparkled.
By Ahamed Thousif2 years ago in Poets
How Embracing Uncertainty Can Lead to Better Choices
Accustomed to the time, our existence should fall in a line, Adhere to societal expectations else in the pits of failure
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Like a Taylor Swift Song
salt my wounds to taste all is fair in love and war crimes if I'm being honest ego is my only hard line you see it's four o'clock
By Cali Loria2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Resilience
The Silent Resilience I often talk about the resilience and strength that lies within us to be the best version of ourselves everyday. The growth that envisions the dreams we embody, and the manifestations we yearn for to come true. All of them are reflections of how the world within us forges itself, whether we are at peace with ourselves or our existence belies in the chaos of being alive.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Climbing Orchid
For Poppy's Challenge #3: With life and love held in that ring of scent and stem... What do we extract? Meaning...Love!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets