Prose

Everywhere all at once
A balloon, dancing lightly upon the whim of the breeze, seeing everything without looking... I long to be that breeze-basker, that wind warrior,
By Laerilee7 months ago in Poets
A Throne of Unlived Days
Beneath the roots of time’s old tree, where breath and silence wed, I wandered lost—alive in name, but not in heart or head.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy7 months ago in Poets
"Broken Heart Syndrome"
Speak the truth I dare you Say it out loud Or whisper it into the ether Unbite your tongue Let the vitriol spew forth Let the words hit the air
By Renessa Norton7 months ago in Poets
Reclamation of Freedom. Content Warning.
I did not celebrate today. This had to be written from my thoughts floating through my brain and dreams of the absurd, reality, life, freedom & humanity. I wrote today as we are now in a dystopian authoritarian society. I relinqished my hate and moved towards grief, then I moved towards oppression of depression. Meditate with spacey bassline centered music. Two earths are circling the universe. Earth 19 and Earth 12 are of equal distance as I remain in the in between of time and space at 75.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Earth 12: The One That Still Had Recipes. Content Warning.
I wrote this after one big ugly bill was passed. My anxiety was filtered through light to music & prose. Artguru Earth 12: The One That Still Had Recipes
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
In Theory
Slip on a pair of pressed khakis, the only brown thing you can love. A thrift store copy of the alphas you worship, who wear watches that can’t afford to tell time, bought with money earned wasting yours. Button up your white shirt, the one that brings out the desperate rage in your eyes to be loved. Sorry. Obeyed. So white it washes out your prized skin, its color not too dissimilar from prize winning pigs. On your way out, grab the tiki torch you got on sale. Light it with the rage of a four-year-old used to getting his way. As long as it burns, it will keep away mosquitoes and sexual partners. Fall in line with the mob, let it take your voice. Don’t stop to pick up even a penny’s worth of empathy or you’ll fall behind. March and march until there’s nothing left of you but a screaming maw feeding on empty promises, anger, and shit. But don’t worry. You’re not unique. You’re easily replaceable. In theory.
By Sean A.7 months ago in Poets
Walking Into My Own Trap-v2
Sluggish heels betray my thoughts on a faded landscape, dragging along as the fleeting sunlight shuffles into its past.
By Laerilee7 months ago in Poets
Through Time.
It seems the days are passing by so fast, and yet it's like I'm still standing in one place. I look back on all my yesterdays and the footprints that walked with me through my life. I know the spirits of every person and every animal I've ever loved are still with me — and somehow, somewhere, in some other universe, we are together again.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
Over The Moon
When I was younger, I wanted to go to the Moon. I could float around with carefree exhilaration, exploring uncharted territory like an eager tourist. Experiencing the wider galaxy - not being bound by Earth's gravity - was a fantasy that piqued my curiosity. This innocuous fascination led to my dark blue bedroom ceiling accessorized with hanging satellites and glow-in-the-dark stars. Being on the Moon was a wonderful dream as a kid. It still is.
By DJ Nuclear Winter7 months ago in Poets
Blooming Hurts First
When you feel lost, when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, don’t run away or hide. You’re not broken— you’re just beginning to grow.
By Liora Vogel 7 months ago in Poets
Crossroads
At the crossroads where I lay abandoned thoughts, memories, and judgments converge I wasn’t supposed to be alone I thought I found my someone
By Laerilee7 months ago in Poets