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How I'd Disappear
There are Days... Yes, Many Days Indeed... Where I Think about Disappearing. What if I just... Stopped? The Days where the Pressure begins to Break Down the Walls...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Lantern
The Last Lantern In a village where shadows grew long with the sun, Lived an old lantern maker, the very last one. He crafted with care, with brass and with flame,
By Samiabout a year ago in Poets
Emergency Exit
Step 1: Spot the Disaster Smile’s fake. They’re oversharing. Time to vanish. Step 2: Glitch Hard Freeze like a bad wifi.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
This Piece of You
Step One: Choose the Door Close your eyes. To vanish, first choose the door. Not all doors are made of wood — some are made of porch swings,
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Into the Mist
Recipe to Disappear First, fold your name like paper— crease each letter until it vanishes. Leave your shadow behind in the doorway,
By Patti Marrs Magillabout a year ago in Poets
World within
Close your eyes Sit still for a moment Swirling, spinning, constant motion Take a breath Reach inside to see Terrifying, beautiful, reality unfolding
By Camilaabout 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
Light from the Shadows
Light from the Shadows A Journey from Despair to Destiny In a forgotten corner of a coastal town, where the sea whispered promises it never kept, lived a boy named Kiran. At ten, he wandered the fish markets, sorting rotten catch for pennies to feed his widowed mother and younger sister. Their home was a shack of driftwood and tarp, trembling against monsoon winds. Hunger was a constant companion, but Kiran’s mind flickered with a restless curiosity, sparked by the broken radios and wires he salvaged from the shore.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Second Chance
I’ll not have second thoughts this time when I come face to face with The Doctor. Many nights ago, the Tardis appeared outside my window,
By Rulam Dayabout a year ago in Poets
Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Vanishing
To be as an unseen sentence in an unread novel, one must study the art of the unfound fossil. By burying yourself beneath sediment and grime,
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
the shadows of my reflection
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets