Prose

WHERE ARE YOU NOW?". Content Warning.
I wrote all THE LYRICS to my song. I write in MICROSOFT WORD then transfer to SUNO. SUNO CREATES MUSIC BUT I DO NOT USE AI TO WRITE MY STORIES NOR MY SONG LYRICS NOR MY POETRY. IF NEED BE, I CAN GIVE UP SUNO AND PLAY MY ON MY PC. BUT THE IDEA OF HAVING INSTRUMENTS IN SO TEMPTING.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
You Have No Idea How I Felt.. Content Warning.
You have no idea how I felt when you left me on that floor, hurting because you pushed me. Nor do you have any idea how my children felt whilst you
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Ribs. Content Warning.
Since my last birthday, I’ve been thinking a lot about getting older and how much it terrifies me. My bones aging means my mom’s bones aging means my grandma’s bones aging means the dust is coming to pick someone up soon. I don’t know how prepared I am for the day that I find myself poring over old text messages with my mother, sending new ones just to feel the connection but knowing I’ll never receive another one from her again.
By Soulabout a year ago in Poets
Ribs. Content Warning.
“Maybe I’ll just nap for a while”, I whisper to myself after countless failed attempts at not bursting into tears as soon as I opened my laptop.
By Soulabout a year ago in Poets
Silenced
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Pops
My fingers lovingly caress the surface of all these small things the cool metal of a pocket knife the sharp point of a fishing hook.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Just Another Tourist. Top Story - July 2024.
How do whole civilizations cease to be? After centuries of prosperity? Despite numerous sacrifices? These walls, built of stone, flesh, and bones, erected to appease cruel gods, to secure their benevolence, outlived their architects. These empty eyes carved in stone silently scream: "We've seen things. Acts of kindness, acts of violence." Climb up the stairs; don't skip steps. Chop-chop! To the very summit. To the peak of evolution. To the apex of grandeur. Towards the setting sun, towards the rising moon. Towards your doom. There's a beautiful symmetry in pyramids. First go physiological needs, nothing shameful in them. Take the piss out of your neighbor. Next comes safety: don't skimp on better health insurance; don't talk to strangers; don't... Do love your friends, your family, your country. Live for your country; die for your country. Worship the right gods; be tolerant. Each construction is based on a solid foundation, strict rules, laws of nature. The strongest survives. A gun is deadlier than an atlatl. Progress is inevitable. Progress is needed. At what cost? Does it matter if one cruel ethnic group is replaced by another? one cruel god substituted for another? All that matters is that we remember our history; we learn from our mistakes. Or we don't. But maybe somebody does.
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
Title: Forest Floor Dreams: A Poetic Exploration of Nature's Understory . AI-Generated.
Forest Floor Dreams: A Poetic Exploration of Nature's Understory In the shadow of the towering oaks, where sunlight softly gleams,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
A Whisper in the Shadows: A Lipogrammatic Tale (Missing the Letter "E")
A Whisper in the Shadows: A Lipogrammatic Tale (Missing the Letter "E") In a shadowy city, smog choked lungs and blotted out sunlight. A young woman, Quinn, with calloused hands and a worn knapsack, navigated through throngs of jostling throngs. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant companion. Quinn, an orphan since childhood, had learned to survive by wit and stealth.
By Jannita Mazhar2 years ago in Poets
Green Sanctuary: A Poetic Refuge in the Forest . AI-Generated.
Title: Green Sanctuary: A Poetic Refuge in the Forest In the heart where the wild whispers grow, A haven lies where rivers gently flow.
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
return to sender. Content Warning.
the peace of fantasy abandons, felt so close, but i was so wrong. unspoken words, unheard cries, bitter lies fly between.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Gas Lit
I'm a magnet to those who oxidize the ruby red rust flakes away when I open my eyes All the right lines, none of the right time.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets