Pantoum
Nostradamus
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsIntrusive Thoughts
Intrusive thoughts are usually quickly forgot Unless you’re me Then you write them down For all to see Let them bleed
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCrazy Hair
Miss crazy hair Why do you ask why I stare I’m always looking at the beauty Beneath that crazy hair Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsA Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWater
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFar Away
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPrison of Pain
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWrapped
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Eye
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCommunity
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBeauty
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets