Prose

Valley of Echoes. Content Warning.
I woke from velvet dreams to the sound of groceries arriving tiny gluten-free lasagna in hand, archive humming. Today’s post is a ceremonial suite: elders standing in witness, a Bohemian at the corporate threshold, and a barefoot Composer walking the cracked score toward the tribunal’s shadow. Each image is verse. Each caption has a spell.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
The Ghost in Willow Park
Beneath the willow's silver sweep, Where morning mist and shadows sleep, Young Mira wandered, bright and free, To her most favorite willow tree.
By Autumn 4 months ago in Poets
Something Wicked
The witches cackle, A bubbling cauldron froths wrath. Their doom manifest.
By Taylor Inman4 months ago in Poets
Remnants
Lurking in shadows, The spirits of past mistakes. Always behind you.
By Taylor Inman4 months ago in Poets
The Pain
If I do not change I only have myself to blame For I am who I am Because of the pain 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 Historian4 months ago in Poets
F.ck
I'm prone to bad choices, unfavorable portraits and speaking too often what I think when really only a portion of what I thought, I understood
By jl wood4 months ago in Poets
Silent Draft
All paper is scrap, All canvases, blank. All tracks are silent -- until you create: Let the people escape, man, it's a life so unpleasant.
By jl wood4 months ago in Poets
Weeds, Wild Flowers and Roses that Grew from Concrete
Black tar streets and walls of concrete. Tower blocks tower — from a crack in the sidewalk grows a bouquet of flowers.
By jl wood4 months ago in Poets
a love/hate poem
Love poems and hate poems always use the same prose, cause love, and hatred intermingle and elope; they coincide, coexist;
By jl wood4 months ago in Poets
Perception/Teleidoscope Vision
Teleidoscope vision, fractured in image; see things all ways, but split up and twisted, complete disarray — is there something I’m missing?
By jl wood4 months ago in Poets
You CANNOT Erase Me. Content Warning.
I wrote this song for everyone who has felt the emotional pain of narcissistic abuse, bullying, bigotry, verbal abuse, psychological abuse, & meanness from other situations.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Still Asleep
After a bad yesterday She slept all day With a bad mood But remain still at peace Still asleep Didn't eat Nor did she weep
By L.I.E4 months ago in Poets