Prose

December 30
Throughout most of my life You were there to help me with the strife You waited when I lagged and couldn’t keep pace When I was down and sad, you put a smile on my face
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
There Will Always Be Stars
There will always be stars Those silent crystalline sentinels whose purposes are as multifaceted as their twinkling gleam.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
lilly. Content Warning.
so long my sweet lilly of my desert i have reached the end of our story tell no lies this is why the moon will not be feeble
By jxxy clxxkabout a year ago in Poets
Believe in Thee
Remember the times when we would yearn for certain things and beings to foster their being into our lives, where what we wanted was so far-fetched, dreams that we found so unfathomable to forge their breaths in our lives? It is wondrous and almost astonishing how existence in the most unimaginable ways, how we fathom that something we can never live without, life always turns out for the better when we let go of what no longer serves us, of what we can no longer control or any experience, person, entity or situation that we outgrow in our existential being.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Needles
Needlessly living in pain Enduring uncommon greed Envious of the outside world Deserving more than what we pay for Leading long, but painful lives
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Reasonable?
There’s no reason or rhyme They call it a reasonable crime They pretend like there’s no end They use words like honor and duty as punchlines
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Moonlit Recharge
Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace, I seek solace, a sacred space. A refuge where shadows dance, And weary souls take a calming stance.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Boundaries
The shadows creep, trying to reach through the barricade, but every wall, every brick, she’s installed knows their wicked shape
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Jill Frost
She looks out, the glass half mirrored, half crystalline, all a glow in the golden light of morning, a flicker of an ember within her
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
"LOST IN THE DARKNESS". Content Warning.
LOST IN THE DARKNESS 2025 I spend hours creating the videos to flow with my music. I embelish each song lyric with my heart and soul. I had over 20 years of musical training from toddler to my adult years. I sang and created music on an old upright piano as I was growing up.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Suspended Ruminations
How do we renew our minds when the ruminations of tender moments and joyous occasions cast luminous projections on these white walls?
By H. J. Levonabout a year ago in Poets
A Tintype Day
The day started with a Hurricane. They say it's good luck, rain on a wedding day, but the sky was gray. Puddles reflecting the somber tone
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets