I turned off the lights, hoping the darkness would bring me peace. But the silence was not empty; it was crowded with a voice
By Hazrat Umer6 months ago in Poets
Dislodging a once thriving euphoria generates a vast void. Stolen away, unrepentantly within a blink of an eye. With piercing claws lunging to hollow me hastily,
By Kami R. Taylons6 months ago in Poets
From a 1979 poem written during my LA Times paste-up days to a 2026 film with my own vocals. Green, black, rainbows and a literal rainbow on a brown/beige striped couch.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
I create short mythic art films motion driven pieces where imagery, music, and story gather into small cinematic moments of meaning.
You took an early morning walk Upon the misty shores of Norfolk Pausing to skip flattened stones Making your daily request
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
In the timeline where the bombs didn’t drop, where treaties held like promises we meant, the city still stands—glass towers catching light
By Aarsh Malik6 months ago in Poets
The Mythic Intro (Worker of Pathways) Some creations come from effort. Others come from alignment. This one came through a doorway of color, sound, motion, breath, and asked to be witnessed.
Barry was a regular 11-year-old kid. He had a paper route, a group of friends from school, and even found there was an abandoned cavern under a bridge.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
I didn’t ask for much. Just a calm glance at the end of the day and a presence that doesn’t hurt. But some people don’t stay
By A.Petrovski6 months ago in Poets
Here comes the sun— not the burning ball we agreed upon, but a smaller sun. A *personal* sun. It arrives in a brown paper package,
I looked at the clock on the wall, its thin, black hands moving like silent scissors, cutting away pieces of my life while I was busy checking my phone.
Once, there was an electronic fly. He didn’t know where he came from, or how long he he’d been active… but he did know he was engineered for spying.
