First Draft

In It. Top Story - May 2024.
If I make it that far, you can pose the question; to ask me in December is just a suggestion. * If I ask you to tell me more,
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Does traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Keys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Proofs and Theories . Content Warning.
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Excerpt II
excerpt 4/27/24 Have I told you that you are the warmest womb to ever have revived me? The doctors won’t listen. I visit her daily until I can’t anymore. She understands, tells me I’m the only one who makes her feel guarded, and I have never thought of guarded in the sense of secure, only closed. My dear friend lies still in her cotton consummation, destined to blight the waters with blood, and I fear I am the only one who knows how to help– Would you really stoop to such a rotten sense of delusion? On what pedestal must you stand to enlighten a child–
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Caught in the crossfires
I was simply a casualty caught in your crossfires In a war I didn’t start or want to be a part of You didn’t make me a soldier, instead you held me in the dark
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Poets
Peers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
White Tulip
My home in a small town. I watch people walk by, their faces smeared in black. Lifeless and dull, like a butterfly without wings. A tragic state of mind For once they were budding flowers, pure and kind .
By Ishika Singh2 years ago in Poets
3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets