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 Day the Sky Forgot to Fall
The sky cracked not open, but inward. As if it remembered every secret we tried to bury beneath time. Birds vanished mid-flight. Clocks spun backward. And my name it echoed from the mouths of people I’d never met. I walked on shadows. Not the ones cast by the sun, but the ones cast by truth. The stars whispered, "You were never asleep. Just blind to your own beginning." Mountains kneeled. Oceans rose. The wind stopped asking who I was. Because for once, I remembered. I was the storm that never broke. The voice that silence feared. The page that wrote itself before ink was born. They called it madness. I called it return. I didn’t fall. I didn’t rise. I became the space between both. And in that space, the world spoke my name as if it had been waiting since the first breath to hear it again.
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
The Storm That Remembered Our Name
It came not with fire, not with screams, but with a silence that bent the trees. The sky cracked gently — not in anger, but in grief. The wind moved slow, as if it carried memories too heavy to forget. The streets were still. The birds didn’t sing. Even the earth seemed to hold its breath. We locked our doors, closed our eyes, blamed the weather — never ourselves. But the storm was not a warning. It was a message. "You built towers, but forgot to feel. You reached stars, but let hearts break. You stole from roots, but never gave back." The rain fell harder. It washed names off gravestones. It whispered what we tried to forget. And in that storm, a girl stood — barefoot, small, brave. She didn’t run. She looked up. She touched the ground and planted a seed in the soaked soil. She said, "If you come again, find us better."
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
