Real Poetic

Joined October 2021

0 stories

Bio

Welcome to my imagination. ✨

I write all kinds of poems & stories. Thanks for stopping by! Some content is intended only for a mature audience. Viewer discretion advised.

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Stories (237/0)

White Flag
I quit being doubtful. I quit fear. It’s only false evidence appearing real. I quit letting my mind control me.
By Real Poetic14 days ago in Poets
The Peacemaker
I am what I say I am, and I can do what I say I can. The word cannot does not fit in my domain. I am what I say I am,
By Real Poetic16 days ago in Poets
Zion in Vegas
'Twas the night that two strangers, a man and a boy, made a trip on foot in search of civilization out west. The east coast of the United States and parts of Canada had been completely obliterated by a nuclear bomb.
By Real Poetic16 days ago in Fiction
Top Story - November 2023
Holiday Jamboree!Top Story - November 2023
“Greetings Gretchen, You’re invited to Austin & Ashley’s Holiday Social at 888 Fernly Drive, Suite 200 on November 18, 2023. There will be two snowflakes hanging outside of the door. See you soon. The party starts at noon!”
By Real Poetic17 days ago in Fiction
Nana's Aura
A rural scenery of cornfields in the window, where the vapor fled, was behind her tender head full of fine, straight gray hairs.
By Real Poetic28 days ago in Poets
Cry If I Want
Today’s my birthday. 🥳 I can write if I want to. ✍🏽 I can also cry. 😭
By Real Poeticabout a month ago in Poets
I Hit 5,000 Reads
I sat down on my staircase and opened up Vocal on my phone to see what’s going on in the community. I usually check my notifications first to read and comment on stories from creators that I love unless I’m online strictly to publish something.
By Real Poeticabout a month ago in Poets
We’re all wizards
Write words and cast spells. Your power lies on your tongue. Careful what you say.
By Real Poeticabout a month ago in Poets
A Jaw Dropping Moment
“If I had the guts, I’d tell my mother-in-law how annoyed I am.” *** She replies, “Indeed. Well, that would make two of us.”
By Real Poeticabout a month ago in Poets
How The Whitegobbler Stole Innocence
Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a red and white guitar with an all white pick. My friends and I talk about making music and starting a band almost every day. They already have their instruments, so please bring my friends their favorite toy. Love,
By Real Poeticabout a month ago in Fiction
Top Story - October 2023
Pen to PadTop Story - October 2023
If I am the discarder of my own happiness, then I can choose to cherish it and never let go. Making me a writer in my story.
By Real Poeticabout a month ago in Poets
Translating Budabingbong
Kyle, my unruly third grader, says as an autistic child makes atypical, repetitive sounds at the neighborhood park, “Mama, what’s wrong with that kid? Why’s he speakin’ budabingbong?”
By Real Poeticabout a month ago in Fiction

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White Flag

The Peacemaker

Zion in Vegas

Holiday Jamboree!Top Story - November 2023

Nana's Aura

Cry If I Want

I Hit 5,000 Reads

We’re all wizards

A Jaw Dropping Moment

How The Whitegobbler Stole Innocence

Pen to PadTop Story - October 2023

Translating Budabingbong

Stories (237/0)