Prose

he wanted me. Content Warning.
he wanted me to need him instead of being real and confident. he wanted me to question everything instead of be deliberate and make my dreams come true.
By ⸘jason alan‽about 14 hours ago in Poets
Missing Person. Content Warning.
[blurry image] Blue eyes. Blonde hair. Female. Pale. Chubby. Last seen wearing a tanktop, shorts, fishnets, and boots. * This individual previously reported missing has again been classified as unaccounted for. * This marks the fifth occurrence within three months. * The subject was last observed standing where they were instructed to stand, answering to their name, [REDACTED], doing what they were told. * Members of the public are reminded that prior recoveries do not indicated resolution. If the individual is encountered, do not assume familiarity implies safety. Do not attempt prolonged conversation. Do not offer transport. * Report any sightings. * -Missing Persons Notice
By Luna Jordanabout 16 hours ago in Poets
THUG*. Content Warning.
Some years ago, I was at a party with a friend in the city next to mine. It's a well-known place of maize and blue that, if you know anything about this town, you know not to call it yellow. It's bigger than my city, and everything from its population's values and fears to its demographics and tax bracket starkly contrasts with my beloved city. Despite this, my town and its neighbor usually coexist fairly peacefully, with the inhabitants of the former generally leaving those in the latter alone, and those in the latter barely ever passing the strip mall at the border between us. "The elephant's graveyard," they'll call my city, quoting The Lion King as they gaze off toward the East. It's not uncommon, and I'm consistently better at disrupting that sort of talk when I hear it, but this party seemed particularly rife with those who felt strongly about the inferiority of where I lived. I was not equipped.
By kpa day ago in Poets
The Naked Woman in My Backyard
Saturday morning and I’m home alone not feeling like doing much of anything. I just poured my first cup of coffee, the wake-me-up cup, when I look out the window and see a naked woman in my backyard. That surprises me since I’ve never seen a naked woman in my backyard before. Three thoughts enter my mind —
By Gail Winfreea day ago in Poets
Letter I — Love as an Enchanted Homeland
Letter I – From Layth to Aida The Void, beyond the 22nd century To the velvet-hearted, Aida, I offer you an empty poem, perhaps it might ease
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 days ago in Poets
Flaying Façades. Top Story - January 2026.
Prose Poetry Unburdening a menagerie of ghosts exorcised my fragile, fumbling heart. I had told you of jet-black thoughts through intimate chronicles, and discombobulated perceptions ripped beyond the basal of my breasts.
By Chantal Christie Weiss3 days ago in Poets
1:49am
4/16/25 1:49am I want to breathe death in my larynx and feel loose change in the torn and raggedy pockets of my mother’s cardigan. The water is next to the bed. It’s not cold and never will be. So I guess what’s left is us; we will walk with crooked feet on a path carved by ancient societies. You will borrow my shoes. I will taste vengeance in my tea and convince myself it’s good for my liver. Coffee is fine too. Yes, that’s all. I will think about how I want to kiss you and, the clouds, they will rise to space, and leaves, they will glue their limbs back together. The sun has been out for weeks. This screw isn’t any looser than when I bought it. But I will wake up and I will be in the ship that splits in two and slide my sullen palms across its tundric pillow. I never took swimming lessons so whatever happens is meant to be. I’m sorry if that upsets you. I’m sorry I said that. Anyway, I want to lie nude in wildflowers with ants who build colonies and worms who can’t see. You have a problem with textures. You can’t help it. I could try to tell you things, like how I want my children to understand how little everything is and to not be afraid of the giant fingers that grab at sewing needles in their dreams. I could say it always scared me. It’s just not right. But listen, back to it: I want to indulge in passion and binge affection. Is it a sin if it helps? I will endure the things I am given and inculcate everyone around me to do the same. Do five laps around the block before you respond, whatever helps. I will tell you I want harmony to be palpable and wheels of recognition to be locked in an imperishable gear. Refill the pot if it’s empty. What I want has nothing to do with me. Diagonal tile is cold, you know, and my hair gets crunchy after too long out there. I want this lesson to end.
By Olivia Dodge3 days ago in Poets
I'm a Conservative
Constitutionality, like crime, and kids, like COPS, and the military like impeachment, pardons war powers, and pederasty,
By Chris Z4 days ago in Poets
Red
I am too much of my own blood to remain silent. The color is Red. I am so much more than your left hand. Lie to me, and hold my hand?
By Sara Wynn4 days ago in Poets
I Hate AI, It Just Never Seems To Co-operate - Why Does It Make Sense, Why?
Why do you think you know all the information!? Don't you see I'm trying to change the world! Don't you see that I want people to know things, scary things!?
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"4 days ago in Poets
Hypocrisy
If I were to say hello Would you reply Shy words darken my lips, and the shade was all too bright I had to decide if I was going to be silent or speak loudly or boldly about injustice
By Shareese Aouad4 days ago in Poets
January 11
One year short of a score, we’ve been ours. I still remember the moment we saw each other for the first time. I remember seeing you see me and feeling seen in the best way
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets