Prose

Inverse
Poem 1 In shadows deep where secrets rest, The moonlight whispers, a silent quest. Through veils of night, a journey begins,
By Waqas Ashraf2 years ago in Poets
A Day To Remember
I wake early, excitement flowing through the air, sprinkled within the bright sunbeams, I feel I’ve been waiting patiently for this very day, or so it seems,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
California is Weeping Tonight
The Harelip was lying on his bunk, dozing in and out when I came into the room. The lights were off, with only the moon illuminating his physical ugliness from a shaft of light penetrating the grimy window. I was carrying my notebook. He suddenly leaned forward on his pillow as I pattered in. “California is weeping tonight,” he mumbled, incoherently, before the words were drowned out by additional snores. California is weeping tonight, I said to myself. CALIFORNIA…is weeping tonight. What, was there a wildfire? His hypnogogic babbling took on wide, eerie, cryptic significance. I sat down, and in the darkness, I wrote: “California is weeping tonight,” in my notebook. And then I wrote: “AND SO AM I."
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Poets
Perfectly Pink Prose
Perfectly pink Tattoo ink Drawn into a rose By someone who knows On someone’s arm Who means no harm Someone pure Who is very sure
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Seething Red. Content Warning.
I almost killed my brother once. On purpose. Nearly choked him out in a fit of rage. He deserved it, though – only because I couldn’t choke-out the persons who really deserved it – his loving enablers turning him into the slimy, lying, manipulating bastard he is to this day. Too bad, but good thing, the bus driver was there. It would have been a horrible reality to live with.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
Watch out!
Hey you! I'm talking here! Don't go 'round foolhardy and scream in fear! You need To heed my call. Hazards are abundant
By Aspire2 years ago in Poets
Black and blue
Black and blue I love for something simple i love for something hard i love if you hold me, hug me. I love but i'm too broken 💔
By JONATAN DAVID VEGA2 years ago in Poets
If I could see you again, by Jonatan Vega
If I Could see you again… If I could see you again I Would tell you it was not easy To accept what happened. Your fears,your doubts,
By JONATAN DAVID VEGA2 years ago in Poets
for you.
This poem is for you. ❀ You wore kindness in the corner of your smile almost constantly and I was unfamiliarly in awe of you for it. You had emotion sewed to each of your sleeves, handing out validation with every interaction, posting ‘thank you’s in envelopes and leaving comfort at people’s doors.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
Well Said
One in two, seen, unseen; begotten holes, hearts rendering. Love, doubt, past memories. Failed words, broken communication, healing me, you healing wounds open ever, never, shall we, look again. Backwards, forward, present, Now. Listening, forgiving, mother's vowing, praying yet empty now resurrecting fertile bows.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets