Prose

Not the Expected Damsel
I don’t want a Pampered Prince that feels the need to rescue me. I am not the Damsel in Distress of this story. I Am the Dangerous foe.
By Merissa Rose7 months ago in Poets
"Unlucky Number 7s, III"
Seeking Seventies Stud Seeks Submissive Broad: Chronologically, I’m 74YO. Biologically, I’m 24. On patrol, outside Hanoi, in AUG ’72, a flash flood claimed me. Steeped in nutrient-rich mud, I lay in torpor for 50 years, until a backhoe unearthed me.
By Chris Z7 months ago in Poets
My Leg
Pain. Frustration. Fatigue. Hopelessness. Helplessness. Endless misery. No one told me it would be like this. No one can tell me when it will be any different. Weeks, months, years, never.
By Victoria Rose7 months ago in Poets
Sweet Escapism
Through the cracks on my wall I’ve traveled With escapism as my armour I planted my feet On hard hot tarmac Grounded
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Poets
THE LIMINAL ROOM
I found a poem I wrote last year. I divided it into three parts. This is part one. I wrote this and I have movie dreams every night.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Proper Etiquette
You smile politely when you see her walk across the room; You lie through your teeth and say, "it's nice to see you again."
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Poets
The Tyrant of Time
I wrote this over sixteen years ago. I'm posting it on my birthday. It seems appropriate. “Time!” he cried, sitting upon his throne, his two arms clicking in rhythm like the reverberant beat of a hammer upon the top of my skull.
By Tom Baker7 months ago in Poets
And so I said
Why not dream big? You'll only wind up dead. Life is meaningless, and, It's all in your head. So why not dare to be great?
By Taylor Inman7 months ago in Poets
The Performance
Ugh! Not this same crap, again? Really?? How naive do you think we are? No, you’re not the only person in your family who can help.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Poets
I Love You, But
Don’t get me wrong, I love you. I meant it about spending the rest of my life with you. I care about you more than anyone else, including myself sometimes.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Poets
Echo
Place my feet in his footprints; whole body fitting within the dusky shield of his shadow like my limp, wimpering heart would fit in the palm of his hand. Walk his line, and, when he talks, whisper back nothing but his own words—Hello? Is someone there—once upon a time, there was a girl.
By Lauren Everdell7 months ago in Poets