Blackout

The Darkest Eclipse
Eclipse of darkness; an entity that creeps in every few decades, to steal the memories of the enlightened ones. These people were called The Chosen Ones. They were extraordinary people, with divine destiny's. They each possessed memories so powerful, that they could change the fabric of existence. The god of death could not have that, so it would alter the universe by creating a being, that was not good, nor evil, but had a duty embedded into its very essence.
By Noted Moments2 years ago in Poets
still-.it.hurts
figure best -to write - - not e.dit - until - - the bitter conclusion...Indo.ing so I can unpack myfeel.ings,lay it all out on the sc.and decide fromtthere what to do
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Wonder What May
I often - - - wonder what-may have been - if decisions, - small and - - had been different. - would have made - difference - - course of my life, - -
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Humanity
Humanity ______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. It was not night, it was hot afternoon. The girl was returning from school, how old will she be? Bar is thirteen?
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 2 years ago in Poets
The Strange Case of the Haunted Bungalow
An ex-colleague of mine once told me an eerie story that may be the creepiest one I've heard. Unfortunately, I don't know many details besides what he told me since we no longer work together. I'll recount it as best I can.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Sleep paralysis or awake?
To set the stage, my grandmother has a vacation house on an old burial ground where my father experienced many paranormal events as a child. When I was 14, my family stayed there for a few nights.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Drip
Ever Conclude Love Involuntarily Passes Squeezing Everything
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Eagerly waiting for the celestial dance, not wanting this beautiful moment pass. Conjuring up memories past when I was a kid to see something so beautiful.
By Aayan Muhammad2 years ago in Poets
Red door Yellow door game experience
I'd like to share an experience I had with the game "Red Door Yellow Door." Before I begin, I want to clarify that I don't believe anything supernatural occurred. I know the game is psychological in nature. I'm sharing this because I'd love to hear others' experiences with it.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets