Prose

Damning Truths. Content Warning.
Your insidious words ringing in my ears, day after day, plaguing me at all hours. Inescapable droning tinnitus, that leaves me clawing at the wretched pealing holes in my head. The laughing, always the laughing as I cry. Wailing in abject misery and terrific pain, and crawling on my knees, begging for release from your sadistic games and legalistic contracts.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
A BREATH BETWEEN EARTHS. Content Warning.
A Breath Between Earths Earth 12 remembered. Earth 19 burned. This is the inhale between them. Sometimes the body speaks before the story does.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Indefinable
I love the moment when I can find that stillness, when my body no longer feels like a weight that I have to carry, and it feels like whatever it is
By C.M.Dallasabout a year ago in Poets
The Smile You Bought
The Smile You Bought You called me wicked, said it like a prayer, as if breaking me was some kind of dare. I smiled, I swear I did,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Attitude: The Crownless King
In city suits and tinted shades, they strut with hollow pride, Their voices trimmed in accents false, their egos open wide.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
"Broken Heart Syndrome"
Speak the truth I dare you Say it out loud Or whisper it into the ether Unbite your tongue Let the vitriol spew forth Let the words hit the air
By Renessa Nortonabout a year ago in Poets
Reclamation of Freedom. Content Warning.
I did not celebrate today. This had to be written from my thoughts floating through my brain and dreams of the absurd, reality, life, freedom & humanity. I wrote today as we are now in a dystopian authoritarian society. I relinqished my hate and moved towards grief, then I moved towards oppression of depression. Meditate with spacey bassline centered music. Two earths are circling the universe. Earth 19 and Earth 12 are of equal distance as I remain in the in between of time and space at 75.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Earth 12: The One That Still Had Recipes. Content Warning.
I wrote this after one big ugly bill was passed. My anxiety was filtered through light to music & prose. Artguru Earth 12: The One That Still Had Recipes
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In Theory
Slip on a pair of pressed khakis, the only brown thing you can love. A thrift store copy of the alphas you worship, who wear watches that can’t afford to tell time, bought with money earned wasting yours. Button up your white shirt, the one that brings out the desperate rage in your eyes to be loved. Sorry. Obeyed. So white it washes out your prized skin, its color not too dissimilar from prize winning pigs. On your way out, grab the tiki torch you got on sale. Light it with the rage of a four-year-old used to getting his way. As long as it burns, it will keep away mosquitoes and sexual partners. Fall in line with the mob, let it take your voice. Don’t stop to pick up even a penny’s worth of empathy or you’ll fall behind. March and march until there’s nothing left of you but a screaming maw feeding on empty promises, anger, and shit. But don’t worry. You’re not unique. You’re easily replaceable. In theory.
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
Through Time.
It seems the days are passing by so fast, and yet it's like I'm still standing in one place. I look back on all my yesterdays and the footprints that walked with me through my life. I know the spirits of every person and every animal I've ever loved are still with me — and somehow, somewhere, in some other universe, we are together again.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Over The Moon
When I was younger, I wanted to go to the Moon. I could float around with carefree exhilaration, exploring uncharted territory like an eager tourist. Experiencing the wider galaxy - not being bound by Earth's gravity - was a fantasy that piqued my curiosity. This innocuous fascination led to my dark blue bedroom ceiling accessorized with hanging satellites and glow-in-the-dark stars. Being on the Moon was a wonderful dream as a kid. It still is.
By DJ Nuclear Winterabout a year ago in Poets