Prose

Sincerity . Top Story - May 2024.
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Texas Tea. Runner-up in Poemosaurus Rex Challenge.
People do not understand me. Some think my remains fuel industries bent on extraction, when my bones weave stories for children and teach lessons to those whose only wish is to
By kp2 years ago in Poets
"LIFE MEANING IS A MANY SPLENDERED THING". Content Warning.
This was inspired through my living so many decades of life intensely and creatively! This is dedicated to all young human beings to learn the difference between being addicted to love and real love, of true compassion and friendship that must go hand in hand with companionship.’
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
The wind
Whenever I'm alone. I often wonder which way the wind blows. I often wonder, where does the wind go? So, a new seed is planted in my heart;
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
A Breath Of Fresh Air. Top Story - May 2024.
Why do they call it "falling in love" when it is something much more romantic than that? I didn't fall into your arms, let go of my defenses, spill my vulnerabilities out from my heart and let you catch the pieces.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Pre-emptive Mourning
Pre-emptive mourning. That is the only way I can accurately describe this feeling. Have you ever grieved the loss of someone you did not love, or had not even met yet?
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows of Whispering Pines. Content Warning.
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
remembering
mother was afraid to hammock. afraid to fall. but mother understood courage.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
I'm sorry for fighting for us
I'm sorry I loved you so fiercely, I bled crimson on your floors, rage like caustic acid rain in my mouth. I'm sorry my words, like a tempest, disintegrated everything you toiled to build, towering skyscrapers of emptiness looming over our bed as I clasped your hand. I'm sorry for annihilating all that never existed, and in truth, I'm sorry for endeavoring to create. I'm sorry for striving to flourish, I'm sorry for seeking to harvest the fruits of my labor. I'm sorry for being arduous, a burden for you, a mere tick on your to-do list, a wearisome task.
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
This Is Why Victims Stay Quiet
The fear of speaking their truth is a heavy burden for many. Consider the stories of those who have been trafficked, exploited, sexually violated, abused, bullied, scammed, or wronged in any way.
By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets
Fallen
I'm an angel, here, in hell. My body hurts. My skin hurts. Not a fucking feather to float, I run. I cry. Special, happy, perfect--
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Poets
Eloise
Golden brown hair Crowned with gold Daughter of a human king Until she was sixteen years old And taken from the world of mortals
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets