Prose

Who do you see?. Top Story - January 2024.
Who do you see? When you look deep into your own eyes? Do you recognize the man you have become? or Do you fear the lines in your skin, that mark the passage of time?
By Siobhan McSweeney2 years ago in Poets
You-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
"DEMOCRACY, FREEDOM, & EQUALITY FOR ALL". Content Warning.
The song "Democracy is Coming to the USA" by the late Leonard Cohen is approriate for this New Year 2024. I woke up with the song in my head as I crawled out of bed this morning.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
My If-ffiness
Another great idea by Rick! You can read his piece here: Here are my responses... If I were a rich person I would be free. Free of debt. Free to travel, if I wanted. I probably wouldn't want, but I'd be free to. That's the thing. Free to live anywhere I wanted. Free to write. So many hours freed up every day to think, dream, create, polish. These are the stories I tell myself about money and I wonder how true they are. I think of Jacob Marley with his long chain and I wonder if that isn't the most perfect bit of financial propaganda in 200 years.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
Phenomena
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Black Box
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Nostradamus
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Intrusive Thoughts
Intrusive thoughts are usually quickly forgot Unless you’re me Then you write them down For all to see Let them bleed
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Crazy Hair
Miss crazy hair Why do you ask why I stare I’m always looking at the beauty Beneath that crazy hair Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Water
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets