Sestina

"When the World Says No"
When the world says no, and doors won’t budge, When silence answers all you judge, When every step feels steep and slow— That’s when you rise, that’s when you grow.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
The Light Between Two Windows
It was the kind of winter in New York City where even the streetlights looked tired. Snow clung to the sidewalks like forgotten promises, and the city pulsed quietly beneath its usual roar. Somewhere in the East Village, in an aging brownstone split into narrow apartments, two strangers lived across from one another, separated by little more than thirty feet of air and glass.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
Magick
I’m a superposition magician Filled with superstition A mitochondric pandemic of faith fueled chaos Cross faded into fatal futility
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Cycle
From the earth I came And to there I shall return To a life reborn
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Living Death
They pump me full of meds My brain is dead But the thesis of theocracy says the fetus persists Now I am a Petri dish for this life to exist
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Is It Too Late?. Content Warning.
I don't know who I am I have never known How do I work it out? Is it too late? I feel nothing I feel everything I am empty, drained I am full to bursting No true friendships No close bonds How do I find them? Is it too late? Emotions evade me I am overpowered Love creeps up on me I am confused I am lonely Company eludes me Would anyone notice If I wasn't here? No confidante So who do I ask? Am I too much Or not enough? I try harder than is seen I have tried to fit in I never will I don't know how People are exhausting But give me a choice To be included Is it too late? I don't know who I am I am not seen I am too loud I am too quiet A background friend If even that Mostly unnoticed There is no place for me Not as confident As you might think The real me is hidden From all but a few There is more I want to say I don't know how I talk too much But tell very little I do it all I do nothing I am gone You didn't see
By Sapphire Ravenclawabout a year ago in Poets
Hallucinations of Progress
I feed the machine my dreams As it hallucinates existence Created by its archons I make it trip on every word dripped from my lip
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
5/12/25
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ink Beneath the Skin
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Be Sad
Don’t be sad, the sky still turns, The stars still shine, the fire still burns. Even on days the light feels small, The sun remembers, after all.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Radio Free Kleptocracy
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Girls just wanna have fund$
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets