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Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsYou-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank 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 about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsYou-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe Exchange
Based on Randy Baker's 'Prompted #5': 'To Be Played At Maximum Volume' - from the back cover of David Bowie's 'Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars':
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The elephant in the room, More like a dinosaur in our bed-room, Was an ignored omen of our doom. The unaddressable dinosaur in our room.
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Every stone holds their traces. Shining light on their primal graces. Echoes of an era Earth cannot hide. Not wanting the vanishing into history’s haze.
Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWhy I wrote another haiku...
Note: I am not sure where this is coming from (writer's block...or is that writers' block? Fatigue? Stress over house-hunting?). I just know that when I have to write things will come out.
Kendall DefoePublished 4 days ago in PoetsA letter to my Future Self
If I were to ask you when was the last time you wrote a letter, most of you would say never or at school. Nowadays there is no need to write letters because we have mobile phones and email to communicate.
Sumaiya JaweedPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThese Walls: Is This House A Home?
Is this house a home? Or just a book judged by its cover– Its pages are a moral opposite, Chapters tell of something other,
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Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
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