Prose

Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Dark Matter. Top Story - September 2024.
What matter Of the universe Allows us access to the Incorporeal pleasures of the Soul? _ What corporeal costs Are charged for every
By Roderick Makimabout a year ago in Poets
i don't know. Content Warning.
"i dont’ know who you are anymore,” soft sounds of fraud's mouth, “i don’t know where my baby is." i smile, and i edge close to him, “it’s the same me as ever, sweet love, and i am nobody’s baby anymore.”
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
erasing the end. Top Story - September 2024.
so, you flourish under his enchanting, poisonous words, yet are ignorant of his looming gift, a picture-book of your terribly quiet grave?
By Adonideabout a year ago in Poets
this is for a tyrant. Content Warning.
i cry, i scream, i write poetry for my dark muse it pleases me more than solving his cryptic clues as mercurial retrogradation comes to an end
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
(Not So) Tainted Love
Sometimes I feel I've got to // ... you can work out the next Lyric, I'm sure. It's not inherently negative, wanting to Enjoy your peace. It's a
By James Dormanabout a year ago in Poets
Soundless Connection Across the Coffee Shop
She strolls into the café I frequent so regularly, full of grace, elegance, and a pale face dressed in dirty blonde hair. As I watch her approach the counter, almost gliding on air, her curvy figure enters my frame of vision, I can't hear her order or Born to Run playing through the sound system.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Simple Truth
Everyone I have ever loved has broke me
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Solicitously...
Solicitously, I'll wear my fine jewelry, my rings and my watches. I'll wear my hair long and braided, with strings through the notches.
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
Serenaded by Sirens
Fleshed flotsam cast asunder by an unforgiving sea, never known for having shown beleaguered sailors mercy.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets