Prose

Twenty-sixth Find of the Meaning of Life Scavenger Hunt. Content Warning.
Wake up frantic. Not quite a panic, “it wasn’t real,” let's applaud the undoing of ten years of therapy. Appreciate the sheen, never know what it means. ‘never needed to’ lost file of the wishful thought police. Night of wisdom without a character arc that has a bark with no dog of origin. Friday night in—fine here we go---
By Willem Indigo7 months ago in Poets
YOU CAN'T SAY THAT
... "you can't say that" Truthfully I wish I could And at times I wish I would Sometimes… Sour thoughts Pucker my lips shut
By KARPE7 months ago in Poets
Dancing Flames
Maybe my face betrays me as I bite my tongue not to say it. Or maybe it’s the music, the songstress is my snitch. With a melody of her rage she doesn’t disguise her hate.
By Aissa Martell7 months ago in Poets
They don't know. Honorable Mention in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge.
I almost asked you today. But I didn't. Between your hesitation or "no", I'll take the high road. The road that leads to another X on the calendar.
By Daniel K7 months ago in Poets
When the Hour Strikes, the Silence Will Speak
O Man of pride! O King of Dust! O traveler chasing winds and rust! Thy crown is made of fleeting breath, Thy throne—a speck beneath the Death.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
When the Hourglass Breaks
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
When the Hourglass Breaks
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
My Dream
I have seen the face of man, Not the outer flesh but the lurking stain— A mask so proud, it veils the shame, A crown of thorns worn in disdain.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
The Resplendent Quetzal
In emerald veils and ruby flame, Above the clouds, the Quetzal came— A sovereign bird in sacred flight, Cloaked in dawn’s transcendent light.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
The ABCs of Me
Alone doesn’t always mean lonely, but sometimes it feels worse. Beneath the smile, there are bruises no one sees. Choosing peace often looks like silence—but it costs me pieces.
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
fml up again
Packed tight into a hotel room on the 24th floor. Hollow eyes appeared in the mirror, a man ready for the fall. Daring it to take hold and carry him down the well.
By L.H. Reid7 months ago in Poets
The Bite of the Anopheles
In the belly of the dusk, when the moonlight limps, A creature stirs with delicate limbs. Silent wings and a needle-thin beak,
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets