Prose

Patchwork
I stare at these walls of haphazard rooms filled with mismatch things a life once broken stitched together with bits and pieces
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in Poets
Don't Cry
Don’t cry You never knew them They were never human Nothing but a glimmer A thought Of something you sought Just a thought
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Slainte!
I have never walked her emerald hills nor strolled her cobblestone streets I've yet to kiss her ancient stones or visit where her banshees weep.
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in Poets
I Write With Passion
Freely writing down my thoughts Everyone feels what I am saying Remembering every word that touches them Visualizing the story I tell them
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
The Girl They Want
I keep telling myself— Why are you like this? I don’t want to be this way. Please, please—do something. Crying, shaking, breaking—
By Ellie11 months ago in Poets
Silent Screams
I slap myself—again, again, again, "Why are you like this?" I whisper, Tears mix with the sting, "Please, do something… I don't want to be like this."
By Ellie11 months ago in Poets
The Eternal Gaze of Sonder
There is beauty in the world we see, the sky gleams through the radiance of the evening hues of the sunset. The train halts at the destination that glistens with the hustle and bustle of different travellers who are on a quest, some to find peace, joy, and excitement and others to find a purpose.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
We Smile Still
though the rain forgets to pour the stars we wish upon find forest floor we smile still - though the memories of loved ones fade
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in Poets
At the End of it All
At the end of it all, there is nothing but a mess. A mass of all there was, what could've been, and what hadn't happened.
By Rachael Anra11 months ago in Poets
The Ends of Everything
Sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed, headphones in Drowning in the sea of color below me Swimming in rhythms
By Slgtlyscatt3red11 months ago in Poets
"I WANT TO STAY IN MY DREAMS". Content Warning.
I created this story video from the ideas floating around in my head this morning. However, this story with visuals kept me busy all day long into the evening hours. I was stressed as an empath living in a chaotic world of dictators and psychopaths attempting to lead into a dark dystopian nightmare. I like the freedom in my dreams, and how I travel everywhere with exploring the universe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
Five of Seven Sins
More More More I need more I want more What I have is good But I need more, want more If I want it,
By Katarzyna Crevan11 months ago in Poets