Prose

The River of Reverie
Hold yourself close, and don’t let go; sink your fingers deep into flesh, into bone; tear away the veil of reality; the caged throne -
By Amanda Starks6 months ago in Poets
For the Ones Who Don't Vanish
I’ve dreamed of disappearing clean, no note, no thread, no break in seam. A stillness drawn in waxen blue, the kind you almost don’t live through.
By Tess M. Marlow6 months ago in Poets
"Whispers to the Sky"
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"The Language of Tears"
In silence born, in silence fall, A whisper rolling down the wall Of cheeks that once held pride so high— Now drenched beneath a weeping sky.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Smoke in the Shadows
Poetry: In the hush of night, he stands alone, A soul half-lost, in silence grown. Smoke spirals like forgotten dreams, Woven through moon's silver beams.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"Whispers Beneath the Moon"
On the curve of night, where silence bends, A soul sits still as the dark transcends. Upon a branch that dares to dream, He rides the hush of moonlight’s beam.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
MEMORY STATIC
This a part of the Outstages Cafe series. The blue chair is the disappearing and reappearing object in this series of memory static, Blue Chair at the Edge. Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
The Tapestry of Life
I. The Dawn of Breath From silence sprung a whisper deep, Where stars and soil in cradle sleep, A breath was drawn, the first of flame,
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Can't You Tell That I'm Lying?
⚡⚡ "I'm fine." 💭 I'm not. "It's fine." 💭 It's not. "I appreciate you asking." 💭 Why ask when you stopped listening?
By Lightning Bolt ⚡6 months ago in Poets
Petals Against the Silence
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Blue Chair at the Edge (2019)
This is a prose with characters and script. The idea arrived in my brain after feeling blue yesterdays of then and now from 2019 to 2025. It's about a broken relationship with a family member and the day I shot the photo of the lone blue chair looking out across the ocean from a cliff in Palos Verdes, California in 2019.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
A Mouthful of Plastic
They float in the air; they swim the sea, Small to see, now inside me. Everywhere, and in every bite, The sea creatures will surely die.
By Peace Oputa6 months ago in Poets