Prose

Where are you?
"Where are you?" I howled in the night, drenched from head to toe, finding something that died ages ago. "You killed me," she replied "You burned me alive" she roared. "Please come back," I cried, "I am long gone," my soul replied....
By Prasidhi Agarwalabout a year ago in Poets
The narrative. Content Warning.
I feel a melody carry me through the good memories, each one staring back at me as I face the final moment. Part of me goes fighting, grabbing anything worth holding onto. But a tear falls down my cheek and it all wastes away. Part of me is terrified of what comes next, if there is anything at all. I say goodbye in my heart— I can't move my hands. Another tear falls.
By Aathavi Thangesabout a year ago in Poets
Optimism
I promised myself that I would not go back to that reflection but I am still attached to the shards of glass
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
a dime a dozen
i won’t try to scare you with the promise that you’ll never find another girl like me, when we both know what’s most terrifying is just how common i can be.
By melancholy galaxiesabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
"WE WALK WE TALK WE SEE". Content Warning.
“We walk, we talk, we see. We feel, we sing, we play. We think we see each other. We have friends, we have no friends.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Creative. Top Story - August 2024.
I was born to create to think in lines that coil to wonder if there even is a box to weave together a tapestry
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
pages hidden
afraid to see the words on paper that it is not me that it really is him that unmanageable, and totally that out of my control
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
take alternatives. Content Warning.
the hierophant, the backwards fool, and the emperor all find justice together, but just between us it looks good, for a thin surface
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
"He did not become a stranger, I turned him into a poem"
“When a poet falls in love with you, you can never die” is like a line straight out of a romantic novel. When poets fall in love, they don’t just write about a person — they immortalize them.
By Veronica Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Stare
My fault, I guess... You let me pass leaving your wife ahead of you (in my head, more stress). * You smiled; me too. What else could I do?
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Daydreaming (am i?)
Caught in the haze of life's drizzling grays ... whose idea were Mondays? The endless scroll through the sunshine
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets