Prose

We Walk Together
We walked down to the beach, my soul sister and I, and went our separate ways. I walked towards the water. Once I reached the shore, I realized just how low the tide was. I was so excited. The lower the tide, the better the shells! But as I walked, I forgot to look for shells. I just couldn’t stop looking at the sky. The sun was such a bright orange-red. I could almost see the flames dancing in the sky. And the colors…I had never seen such gorgeous or vibrant pastel colors.
By Priestess Ganesa2 years ago in Poets
Queen Jane. Top Story - March 2024.
It’s just you and me, Queen Jane Trapped like flies in a rosewood morning. Lemon light slides down the wall; Almost made it to that corner now
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets
If That Is The Case
Funny how time works. Here I am, basking in the sun once more - the winter, gone by as quickly as it came. Overwhelming me is a feeling of END, a door closing, the curtain falling, and despite knowing and preparing myself for years now I still tremble, I still spiral away in fear at the prospects of the unknowable future, of the maelstrom of days towering over me, of the incessant torment of people and circumstances..
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Poets
Scars-2
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide 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 Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ankylosaurus
Covered in armor and spikes They cover me from head to toe However, if you can reach it There’s a soft spot below But good luck with that
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Villain
Always the villain Never the victim If it has happened to you I probably caused it Either through action or inaction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
An ocean of yearning
Missing you is like the ocean It comes in waves tides and ebbs Like the undertow when I wade it pulls me in Submerging me and drowning me in despair
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
How Embracing Uncertainty Can Lead to Better Choices
Accustomed to the time, our existence should fall in a line, Adhere to societal expectations else in the pits of failure
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Narcissus & Echo
Have you heard the story of Narcissus & Echo? Self-obsessive, consuming Love to feed the Ego. We remember Narcissus on riverbeds-
By Sofia Loren Perez2 years ago in Poets
A reminder for the rest of the year
I hope you have experienced moments that bewildered the light in you, I hope in the moments of darkness, you have held onto the hand of sanguinity. In the moments where you wanted to cry, I hope you have sobbed your heart out over whatever makes you sad, in the atrocities of time and the beauty of life, I hope you had your moments of celebrating the beauty of you and the growth you have embraced. To have moments of doubt and regret for not being able to achieve what you desired to achieve, mourn over who you were, and embrace the joy of who you are and the light that you are about to step into.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Resilience
The Silent Resilience I often talk about the resilience and strength that lies within us to be the best version of ourselves everyday. The growth that envisions the dreams we embody, and the manifestations we yearn for to come true. All of them are reflections of how the world within us forges itself, whether we are at peace with ourselves or our existence belies in the chaos of being alive.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets