Blackout
The Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSelf-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 4 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 4 months ago in PoetsLost
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 PoetsShadows Within: A Journey Through Depression
In shadows deep, where light recedes,Lies a soul in which despair breeds.A tempest rages, unseen and vast,A haunting silence, echoes cast.A weight, an anchor, within the mind,Chains of gloom, so intertwined.The sun's bright rays seem far away,In the clutches of a muted gray.A void within, an endless sea,A labyrinth where one cannot flee.Whispers drown in this cavernous space,Lost in the maze, no guiding trace.The heart, a drum, in somber beat,A symphony of sorrow, incomplete.Each step, a mountain to ascend,In shadows where hope and light suspend.Yet in this labyrinth, faint and stark,A flicker lingers in the dark.A beacon glows, a hand to lend,In kindness found, a path to mend.For in this journey of pain untold,Resilience blooms, a hand to hold.From depths emerge a newfound might,A gradual dawn, a flicker of light.
Reena NauriyalPublished 5 months ago in PoetsYou-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 PoetsNight
In twilight's tender grasp, the sun descends, Painting the sky with hues that slowly blend. As daylight yields to shadows, silent and deep,
BrendonJosephPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe House Fire
Ashes fell from above. I blinked once - slowly. Heavy smoke hampered my vision - making my eyes water. I felt restrained - my breath caught in my chest.
Haggar BenPublished 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 Poets