Prose
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?". Content Warning.
I wrote all THE LYRICS to my song. I write in MICROSOFT WORD then transfer to SUNO. SUNO CREATES MUSIC BUT I DO NOT USE AI TO WRITE MY STORIES NOR MY SONG LYRICS NOR MY POETRY. IF NEED BE, I CAN GIVE UP SUNO AND PLAY MY ON MY PC. BUT THE IDEA OF HAVING INSTRUMENTS IN SO TEMPTING.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli a day ago in Poets
Ribs. Content Warning.
Since my last birthday, I’ve been thinking a lot about getting older and how much it terrifies me. My bones aging means my mom’s bones aging means my grandma’s bones aging means the dust is coming to pick someone up soon. I don’t know how prepared I am for the day that I find myself poring over old text messages with my mother, sending new ones just to feel the connection but knowing I’ll never receive another one from her again.
By Souluminosity3 days ago in Poets
Mundane Mortality
My nose started bleeding in the shower. It bleeds often. Most mornings. But this was evening. I don't remember any noise, although I know there was plenty. There would be the sound of the shower's old spigot, the water splashing the tile. There would be my suite-mates playing a movie, and laughing. There would be my sister's music filtering through the door. But when I pull up the scene in my mind, there was just silence.
By Lucia Linn5 days ago in Poets