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.
Stories from the now
He said he was a collector. I wanted to ask if he collected bones, because actually my bones needed some new minerals, a new kind of magic inside. But I knew he wouldn't take the joke, so I replied that I was a creator. The dialogue ended with a never-ending loop of beginnings and ends, amidst a magical sky, shades of blue, and dark trees. Laughter echoed from people passing by on bicycles. I sat in the darkest corner of the garden, the silence of night enveloping me. I no longer recognized humans from non-humans, nor did I carry any more hope. Life is too short to give another person another chance or hope.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Solitude: A Choice or Burden?
I simply want to live alone, no matter who it is. I desire the freedom to come and go as I please, to leave the door open when I shower or use the restroom, unconcerned by the presence of others. The thought of returning home to find someone lounging on my sofa, demanding, "What's for dinner?" fills me with dread. I refuse to live like a domesticated animal.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
