Prose

Scenery of Society by Rikki La Rouge 🇬🇧 🇨🇦
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. July, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start again.
By Revista Mikoabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Do Not Project Your Limitations Onto Me. Content Warning.
This about other folks who have been bullied 'cause empaths are always attacked by the bullies. Witnesses: Ancestors, Sweetie, and the portals that behaved today
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about 16 hours ago in Poets
4:44 Sovereign Edition
New Release: The 4:44 Sovereign Edition I am thrilled to share the final, definitive version of "Do Not Project Your Limitations onto Me." This project has been a deep personal journey into what I call my "Mythic Suite", a collection of scenes from a life lived widely, survived fiercely, and birthed through fire.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about 21 hours ago in Poets
Where the Mind Unknots
If you are a little anxious, And your insides are a-twist, A stroll in a spring meadow May help you keep your wits. Meander in golden sunlight,
By Toria day ago in Poets
The Weirdest Thing I Have Ever Done
Like if I were to ask a person what's your favourite thing to do!? He, or perhaps she might say - listen come over and let's chill with two!?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
I'm "Cross-Eyed" - The Way He Makes Me Feel, I'm Like, "Dying" To Sl #$%. His Mama!
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
The "COLD" Sore Problem, Like I Need Another Reason To Be A Jamaican - Brrrrrrr
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
Proper Poet, Proper Prick
Am I a proper poet Or a proper prick Why can't I be both _ Okay so I don't rhyme Not much anyway But that's no crime _
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Poets
Blowing Smoke
Thick white plume gushes from flue pipes, a balcony view. Negative five degrees; I sit. I watch. I think. Blowing smoke sends clouds a confirmation. My cloudy vision readjusts; head nod to cumulus and all things I thought I knew. Furnace breathing system exhales, and I realize false information often misleads me.
By Marilyn Glover3 days ago in Poets
Pockets
Do you remember how I wove the starlight into my eyes, rinsed my hair in the echoes of the moon so I could shine through the night, deep into the vapor of morning,
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
I've Just Eaten Five Slices Of "Bread" - No Joke, Five, And No Butter Was With It, None!
I recall my favourite "croissant" - it had golden brown crusting, chocolate coating - donut filled cream! My mouth ached for the world in-between, and no I've never been a Queen!
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
I Like You - Reasons.. 900 Ways I've Never Understood Men
I like you because your perfume smells nice... But it's not mine it's my uncle's, great grandfather - he purchased it from aunt melrose corner!
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets