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My work is an exploration of the "ambiguous place between reality and illusion," where digital environments and organic textures merge to create a new, hybrid form of storytelling. I operate at the intersection of technology and tradition, using modern digital tools to amplify the "ancestral echoes" of those who came before me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets
“Cupid made me do it”
I sat there for hours. More than four. Festering like an expired jar of jam forgotten in the fridge, undesired for too long.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Whispering Voices In My Ears
Whispering Voices In My Ears Whispering voices in my ears, soft as breath against the skin, they speak of moments I once lived,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Covert Narcissist
"Come look, come look! She's actually doing chores! Are you sick or do you need money? Why else would you be doing this for?"
By CT Idlehouse8 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Light
I used to dim my laughter on purpose, like turning the stove down so it won’t hiss. You said I was “too much,” But you kept eating from my warmth anyway.
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Guilty of Rest
Feel guilty for not writing Feel guilty for not reading Feel guilty for sleeping all day Feel guilty for not getting out of bed
By L.I.E8 months ago in Poets
Dealing with Angst. Honorable Mention in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
There – there it is. That meek, tiny whimper, Pitifully demanding attention Above all other priorities. And for what? Reassurance.
By Dana Crandell8 months ago in Poets
Your Voice Echoes
I hear you in the kettle first, that thin whistle trying to be brave. The kitchen tiles are cold, and my sock has a hole that keeps finding me.
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Hunger, Racism, and the Misfortune of Greed. Top Story - January 2026.
The water turfs out clear words Of wisdom, in a charm that inveigles Us to part from our old self: Of brown muck and streams
By Caitlin Charlton8 months ago in Poets
Floating Heart
My heart floats outside my body Somewhere in the ether Wandering Drifting through the world Scarred and battered Torn and tattered
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Rather
I’d rather be alone Than with misery I won’t miss you But you might miss me That’s not my problem You made the bed Now lay down and rest your head
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
The Art of Adult Sobriety
The most sober way for adults to live is to let it all end here. The hardest challenge for any adult is taking back themselves. As you go further in life, you realize that what truly breaks you isn't the storms you face, but those moments when you know you should stop, but you can’t.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets