Prose

The Tower That Knows Weather
The headland reaches like a miscounted finger into gray water, and at the finger’s tip stands the turning glass that refuses fire. Its pale wheel sweeps the fog and paints the surf the color of sick fruit. Stones stitched into a spine lead to it, vertebrae shifting as if remembering another body. The door is a wooden eyelid that never quite closes. Touch it, and the grain moves like small fish under ice, names trying to wriggle free of timber that won’t forget.
By Joe Sebeh5 months ago in Poets
A Mirror That Refuses to Reflect You. AI-Generated.
I stood before the glass, expecting the comfort of my own face a familiar constellation of scars and smiles, the evidence that I exist.
By Muzamil khan6 months ago in Poets
Sunset
Summer blooms faux tangerine promises of autumn in boxes You blistered me with your heat said it was enough I should just...
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
Dreams Turned to Ash
The world I created in my head, the future I once hoped to share with you. I must find a way to erase, to create dead memories of times, moments yet to come. I have to close my eyes and watch as the moments I longed for, the moments that brought my racing heart to a calm slowly disappear as I watch the glimmer of your eyes, the warmth of your smile vanish in my arms. Leaving me with nothing but a hollow void. The world around me grows dark and quiet, as the light dies between us.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez6 months ago in Poets
Mondays Murmurs
Mondays often carry a weight - the pressure to start strong, to move fast, to compete with the ticking clock. But what
By Zakir Ullah6 months ago in Poets
Unfulfillment 101
Anna looked at her reflection in the black, blank screen of her phone, wondering what became of the girl she was before.
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
when i am not me...
countless years falsely identifying as square while shamefully repressing that i was born round brittle lies revealed, rebuked and laid bare
By Laerilee6 months ago in Poets
The Black Story
“Do you know who I am? Or From where I come?“ The quote from Afeni Shakur shook me to my core That’s my power That’s my strength
By Moni Staxx6 months ago in Poets
8.17 Heartbreak
The hardest part of this breakup? Having to tell myself no- No, don’t text him. No, don’t call him. No, you can’t go back!
By Moni Staxx6 months ago in Poets
HEX TO HACKERS. Content Warning.
Guys, I created this today on my cell and my older because I am hardheaded and too old for this shit. Whoever dd this wanted to shut me down. I need my other bread and butter to my social security. Excuse the language, but hey, I am being nice compared to what I wanted to say. PEACE OUT!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Family & Tax. Content Warning.
I stitched closed; the worm gut Together, So We can conquer the worlds hearts’ Of loveless ‘clever’. I forgive master for inflicting such
By Sa_ir.66 months ago in Poets