Prose
Frost's Grasp
Dear, whomever this letter reaches, In the desperation, last ditched notion of legacy, I wrote it. I want to remember, to hold onto the feeling of the quiet cold of the world awakening and the bite across my bare pale flesh as the sun shines, though its power is bereft and left us. I sit and ponder existence, purchase and agency as my skin becomes taut and blemished by the pierce of the frozen, meeting the warmth that still pumps through my body. The frost has taken its grip at Jack Frost’s behest. When you channel power toward a cause—one you have no reason to belong to—do you truly have agency? Especially when Jack’s bitter hand rests on your shoulder, promising a better future than the past you’ve endured.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Time Will Pass Anyways
Introduction Let's be honest: time is a force we can't control. Whether we act on our dreams or sit idly, the hours, days, and years will keep slipping by. The phrase "time will pass anyways" is both a gentle reminder and a powerful motivator. It challenges us to stop procrastinating and start living intentionally because every moment that passes is one we'll never get back.
By Muhammad Nadeemabout a year ago in Poets
