Prose

Life in the Darkest of Night
In the darkest of nights, when nothing stirs, and the sound of silence is a deafening roar. The street lights cast on the suburban streets a glow of
By Dean Traylor22 days ago in Poets
Hope (May This Guide You On Your Way)
Love yourself Love your partner—even if they’re gone Love your family friends & neighbors—especially on holly days . And think well of strangers
By Justin Keeling22 days ago in Poets
Hey Buddy Let Us Work. Content Warning.
This is the last part of the series about The Boy Who Lost His Soul. This is a sci-fi horror fiction story created by Vicki. Outstages Cafe Production is a virtual Cafe offering time travel, different scenarios, banana milk, and music. Little spooky!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 23 days ago in Poets
‘the kiss of schizophrenia and its divine gifts’
—- these uncensored images, the curse always so hot. the bright lights always spreading more warmth through the curtains. a frigid window that the breath fogs up with.
By h.a.laine23 days ago in Poets
Thugpublicans. Content Warning.
They’ll raid your house, abduct your neighbors, fault you for not being cruelly Christian, firebomb a judge who has a moral compass.
By Harper Lewis23 days ago in Poets
Christmas Eve, Unanchored
If we grow old together, remind me of the night my voice caught in my throat—the night I met the world again on Christmas Eve.
By Jhon smith24 days ago in Poets
Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.25 days ago in Poets
And there was Light!
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By C.M.25 days ago in Poets
deliquium of your disintegration
i have tried to set your pedestal ablaze, but my curiosity, my understanding, my open arms, act as a kiln forging your base of clay
By Daniel K25 days ago in Poets
Loved by Two
When Two Silences Loved the Same Name She had a way of entering rooms without announcing herself. Not loud. Not shy either. Just… present—like sunlight finding a crack in the wall and deciding to stay.
By LUNA EDITH25 days ago in Poets
Mom Who Refused the Untruth
Mother Who Refused the Untruth Celtic Cross and Roses Suite Copilot & Firefly The Tear That Texted the Truth One drop carried release into words,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 26 days ago in Poets
The 12 Days Of Christmas, I'm Truly Jamaican, And Also Perhaps A "Little" Original
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"26 days ago in Poets