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.
Shadows Before Dawn
Night clings heavy, stars hide behind clouds, wind whispers warnings, but no one listens. City sleeps restless, streets hold secrets, footsteps echo softly, footsteps that vanish. Luna walks alone, heart pounding fiercely, chasing shadows cast, by dreams unspoken. Darkness breathes deep, fear wraps tight, but hope sparks quiet, flickering like flame. Voices call distant, truth hides well, waiting for courage, to break silence. Morning will come, bringing light sharp, cutting through shadows, revealing hidden truths. Until then, Luna stands firm, waiting with strength, ready to fight.
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
Silence Beneath Ruins
Ash filled lungs. Fire long gone. Dust kept rising. Jani walked slow. Eyes scanned walls. Cracks told truth. Hope felt thin. No more voices. Silence had weight. Rooms breathed alone. Footsteps felt loud. Air held secrets. Days turned cold. She found calendar. Red ink screamed: "Leave before silence grows sharp teeth.” Wind held breath. Metal groaned low. No rats moved. Shadows grew thick. Jani stepped back. Something was near. Beneath her feet a soft whisper. Not a ghost. Not a lie. But something real. Waiting in dark. Dust shifted slowly. She stood still. Eyes wide open. No time left. Floor cracked loud. She leaped sideways. Avoided sharp fall. Heart raced fast. Under broken rubble, She saw light. Faint, flickering glow. Not natural flame. She reached down. Light grew stronger. A hand rose. Not hers another. Fleshless, bone thin. Wrapped in metal. Gripping her wrist. She screamed hard. No one answered. Only silence fed. Jani was gone.
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
Respect vs. Deceptive Love
Love can be deceptive. Someone might treat you well—kiss you, buy you delicious food, give you expensive gifts. These seemingly good things might be love, or they might not. This person could be using you as a toy for entertainment, with their efforts simply the cost of their fun, a cost they're willing to bear. They might also view you as property, an extension of their "sense of ownership." In fact, you might just be a tool for them to escape boredom and distract themselves from life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
