Blackout

Unspoken Love
A Love She Never Knew I can't call it heartbreak, 'Cause she never dated me. But still, my heart feels heavy,
By Witness Loveabout a year ago in Poets
Through the window of time
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Torch Bearers
Part 1 [1]. Once upon a time, many centuries ago, there lived an old merchant. All his wife he had toiled hard, buying and selling, with the result that he had made a lot of money. As the years went by, he laid by more and more riches. But the day came when he felt that he had not long to remain in this world. He began to wonder what he should do with his money.
By EduScript about a year ago in Poets
The Wizard
The wizard waved his wand And it was all gone Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Remember Me
Remember me I wish the future was bright And full of stars But I know soon We may be far There will be many scars Because they hate this world
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
String
They fling us into this world alone Tell us to look at the wonder to behold Told to seek our hearts desire The one that lights our fire
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Wither and Fade
Don’t give me things that wither and fade Give me the grass that has strong blades Give me a song that draws me hither Don’t dither and doubt
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
washing machine repair
He comes home a crewless ship, beached on wood planks and rocks, boots dragging seaweed on sandy carpet. No shoes in the home! but it’s too late; waves have engulfed the ship; it is swaying and virtually gone back
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
Succinct
It started with a smile Sealed with a wink Oh, to be succinct How do you put all your love into one day When it’s as broad as a rainbow
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I am sad - there is a reason
I am sad - there is a reason And it did not arise by itself: The black-eyed girl Forever drove me crazy. We did not walk on a dark night And did not warm ourselves by the fire, There were only lines in the letters About thoughts until the morning.
By Arfiya khan about a year ago in Poets