Ekphrastic
Self-doubt: the plunderer of dreams in the womb of young souls
How often do you hear the phrase self-doubt has killed more dreams than failure ever will? Our worth is often determined by the external factors that surround us. We are all conditioned to follow societal norms and adhere to the timeline that society wants us to follow.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBrain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSirens of the Celestial Citadel
One of my favorite singer's is Sarah Brightman. I had the chance to see her live when she was in Phantom Of The Opera. One of her songs was my muse for this free verse poem.
Lost
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThreads Of Hope In A Tattered World
Let me shelter you from the universal fiery shout, My tired umbrella has become as tattered as the ozone layer without a doubt.
You-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPhenomena
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBlack Box
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNostradamus
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsIntrusive Thoughts
Intrusive thoughts are usually quickly forgot Unless you’re me Then you write them down For all to see Let them bleed
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCrazy Hair
Miss crazy hair Why do you ask why I stare I’m always looking at the beauty Beneath that crazy hair 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.
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets