fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.

The Pain
If I do not change I only have myself to blame For I am who I am Because of the pain 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 Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In This Skin
I dread to wonder who I’d be today If wildly divergent paths and choices Instead I’d taken along life’s highway, Or followed foolish words, advice, voices.
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I am to love and never sleep
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The Balancing Act
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The Door
“Please Dad, let me in.” My body shaking wildly.. That door leads nowhere.
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Any Last Words?
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By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Poets
Kiss My Bum
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By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Face
A face from outside, Impossibly staring in.. I'm on the top floor.
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Inside
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By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Poets
Not Alone
Icy skin crawling. An uncomfortable feeling. I am not alone.
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The Shape of a Shadow
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By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The Gate of Hellfire
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