Prose

A tale of self belief
h to cease to exist, to hide my essence and to dive deep, Under the peonies of the stillness of darkness under the waters of sleep.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
"TIME OF THE WILD CHILD". Content Warning.
Verse 1: Time takes on life until death, Time tells me I am still alive, I will fly away my own way, Forgetting about the lie.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
And The Winner Is...
"The award goes to..." All of you! But really... Winners list below ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Know How It Goes
Staring into a world within a world, The rippling tides that never seem to fade. . Against a vast backdrop that hides away the certainly
By Rachael Anraabout a year ago in Poets
How Boys Write About Lust
You look like a mirage in this little wrinkle of time, I swing for the fences and misstep all my lines, I’m no poet, I just spit the truth that I feel,
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
March of Death
With each breath We take one step closer To it all being over Not over over But the end of our world as we know it A new and uncharted era
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
How Girls Write About Lust. Top Story - October 2024.
I had this image of homesteaded baking and limes, Plucked from a tree, squeezed into pies, Now your tongue coats the air, coats everything that I do,
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
What Have I Forgotten Now?
Today was his birthday. I live at the residence where he passed away. -—-The seizures hit me a week ago, causing me to break the toilet seat as I fell to the concrete floor. I'm still sore.--—- The "extended illness" mentioned in my brother's obituary is a euphemism for "years of drug abuse that ended in an overdose." It's curious to me that I've never seen his ghost.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
19 hours on the Pak Business Express
Click-clacking through Karachi Outer-reaches sprawling wide full of Kids playing gully cricket By the train tracks And only a few stop to wave as the
By Roderick Makimabout a year ago in Poets
Everyone Happens for a Season
"Watch diligently your DART, because even though it's always sharp, it's occasionally smooth." "The whole torrent with the world is that dips & nitwits are always so flooded w/themselves, while wiser washouts are drained by DROUGHT"
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Soul-4
Slender is the soul Forced to fit in a hole Folded and pushed into a corner Just to feel a little warmer
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Art-2
Art is the ability to make the disgusting beautiful And to leave your audience lusting 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 Historianabout a year ago in Poets