Blackout

M I L K
Figuratively, we bought a house where sand meets the shore. The train station a ways off, rolls through if need be. An iron furnace piped the ceiling amongst the marble.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The Tale of the Enchanted Reflection. Content Warning.
In the serene suburbs of Willowbrook, where the streets meandered amidst canopies of ancient oak trees and the homes nestled harmoniously in their shade, a quaint antique shop named "Mystique Curiosities" stood as a beacon of intrigue. Its weathered brick façade, adorned with tendrils of ivy that seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten times, cast an enchanting spell on all who passed by.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?. Content Warning.
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Submarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes that life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Savage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous 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.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sincerity . Top Story - May 2024.
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows of Whispering Pines. Content Warning.
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
If you are overthinker- read this
Overthinking always plonks us into a negative spiral and makes us believe the worst of any scenario. It robs us of the joy of being in the present moment. If you are someone who actively struggles with overthinking and ruminating, here are some powerful affirmations that can help you put yourself at ease and be grounded in the present moment.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Bear, The Man, and The Woods
Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A dance with my demons
I danced with the demon in the mist, Every blow draws fire from him. I feel like a joke in this dance,
By Kamal O. Touhami2 years ago in Poets
Spirit Animal
Ran into a black dog, This morning, very odd, Encounter, it was very, Big, And did not, Move, An inch, I named it, Shadow,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
DARKNESS
The lights are out, doors are shut close, it's peaceful and quiet tonight in this neighbourhood as families retire to sleep. I'm sitting outside my house, looking up to the sky and beholding the beauty of this glorious night. The wind is blowing, trees are swaying as somewhere deep inside their leaves storage of starch is taking place, especially in my mangoe tree at my backyard.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets