Prose
my story. Content Warning.
this poem is about being your own worst enemy, about realizing it too late that you've pushed away the ones you love and were there for you at your worst, and yet they tried to love you through it. it's about the emptiness in longing for your soulmate, being so close but still unable to connect, and the shame and guilt in knowing that you can only blame yourself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
What Cards Do I Hold?
The promise of tomorrow is more than a trick when nature, skill, and mind honour transformation, one so big it brings a resounding future. A universal call while the gleaming, holy angel balances it all, since being the forefront and the centre. A lover long lost past somehow changes the now, leading to a future of beneficence. A worry about manipulated money calls on the use of intuition dreams may guide to fountains of. Good fortune, timing, grace, and all that wins. An offer held out to bring more for certain, mine or whose? While a message about career in the midst of shedding a tear will hasten chariot on the horizon, bringing things near.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
