Prose

Sanguis ex Cruore
A life taken, a life given. Blood spilled. A seed sprouted. Echoes—silent, yet heard. This is the first in a trilogy, seen through generational eyes.
By Tales from a Madman9 months ago in Poets
The Light Between Two Windows
It was the kind of winter in New York City where even the streetlights looked tired. Snow clung to the sidewalks like forgotten promises, and the city pulsed quietly beneath its usual roar. Somewhere in the East Village, in an aging brownstone split into narrow apartments, two strangers lived across from one another, separated by little more than thirty feet of air and glass.
By Shakil Sorkar9 months ago in Poets
I'm Angry.
I'm angry. Not at the one I love and lost. Never them. I'm angry at the world for not giving me a sign that they're okay.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
travel [alone]. Content Warning.
i make plans. not to break, because i give weight to the honor of my word. and i, looking forward to the nostalgic,
By ⸘jason alan‽9 months ago in Poets
Magick
I’m a superposition magician Filled with superstition A mitochondric pandemic of faith fueled chaos Cross faded into fatal futility
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Not in This Life
Somewhere out there I belong to you. We walk together in rose colored hues and I sing to you. - But here there is no forever.
By Sara Wynn9 months ago in Poets
The Cycle
From the earth I came And to there I shall return To a life reborn
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Craving for pleasure in dreams
When we haven't met in the sea of people, I am still alone in this world. Chilly, sweltering heat, sudden rain, wild geese flying south, and then heavy snow.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
In Memory of
In memory of yesterday’s last moments of light as they receded into night, the seconds of splendor before the surrender. In loving memory of the last sweet drop of wine, from the tip of my tongue where it lingered until it disappeared in my senses.
By Aissa Martell9 months ago in Poets
Against My Flesh
You get beneath my skin with a devilish grin, you plague me with shivers from beginning to end. A look in my direction, I’m accosted in silence, an invasion of my senses my semblance can’t diminish.
By Aissa Martell9 months ago in Poets
Paint Me A Chocolate Pardon
Cover the world in pink. There is proof that it calms violent criminals. Paint prisons and cells hot pink, dress guards and inmates in rose, magenta, cherry, and watermelon, and include forms of chocolate for de-stressing in all meals. High-quality chocolate will be delivered in box trucks painted fuchsia, their sides covered in displays of chocolate candy.
By Andrea Corwin 9 months ago in Poets
A Love Like No Other
Swaddled in my arms; bundled with joy. Blue eyes, brown hair, fair soft skin encapsulate his being. Amazed at his beauty-God's greatest gift to me-perfectly crafted as if by Donatello. First sight’s love, within a constant gaze. Momentum builds as time stands still. A love like no other, awakened in this encounter.
By BCharY9 months ago in Poets