Prose

In the Threads of Being
A hopeless shade of grey whispers Across the edges of my being, Tangled in the remnants of a past, Threads of memory woven in silence,
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Poets
Practice Coming From A Place Of Integrity And You Will Be Victorious
You are a Badass Deck, by Jen Sincero — It’s time to get mighty clear about what makes you happy and what makes you feel the most alive, and then create it instead of pretending you can’t have it. The cards in this deck were created from a book You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Sleepless
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hacked
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Historians
Save the historians if you do anything Leave the politicians, they are easily reproduced And the royals, their spilled blood is no more red than our own The historians will remember them all Even the strongest, brightest and most beautiful, their attributes fade and cannot live on forever Maybe you believe that saving all the young is what is necessary, for they will learn as they grow, but they cannot know what came before them, from the previous generations if you take away books and the truth in the news and media How will we ever build from mistakes and achievements of the past if we save only the young and those of artificial importance?
By Tracy Kreuzburg 2 years ago in Poets
Shades of blue. Top Story - September 2024.
A hopeless shade of blue, intertwining with the last vestiges of light, I find myself tangled in the web of memories, each thread a pulse of emotion, an ache, a whisper — the fate that serves the thread of life.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
musings on musings on meaning
what rock is this, sisyphus? did you choose this thing? or was it thrust upon you in a godly punitive rage? did you declare it or,
By kp2 years ago in Poets
That Sunny Day
In the idleness of distant thought Dance skeletons of yore Tempting memory’s melodies To waltz with them once more ...
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Poets
jagged edges of the mind. Runner-up in Unfiltered Challenge.
no sequence to memories, some lived and some mythologized in time i wonder if Olympus is next door to Valhalla in some unknown metaphysical corner
By Lars Knutson2 years ago in Poets
September-2
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
September
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Stardust Serenade
She reached up to the night and embraced the heavens. Kissed the sky and asked God why. She couldn't find a love worthy of her spirit so divine.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets