Prose

Pops
My fingers lovingly caress the surface of all these small things the cool metal of a pocket knife the sharp point of a fishing hook.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Just Another Tourist. Top Story - July 2024.
How do whole civilizations cease to be? After centuries of prosperity? Despite numerous sacrifices? These walls, built of stone, flesh, and bones, erected to appease cruel gods, to secure their benevolence, outlived their architects. These empty eyes carved in stone silently scream: "We've seen things. Acts of kindness, acts of violence." Climb up the stairs; don't skip steps. Chop-chop! To the very summit. To the peak of evolution. To the apex of grandeur. Towards the setting sun, towards the rising moon. Towards your doom. There's a beautiful symmetry in pyramids. First go physiological needs, nothing shameful in them. Take the piss out of your neighbor. Next comes safety: don't skimp on better health insurance; don't talk to strangers; don't... Do love your friends, your family, your country. Live for your country; die for your country. Worship the right gods; be tolerant. Each construction is based on a solid foundation, strict rules, laws of nature. The strongest survives. A gun is deadlier than an atlatl. Progress is inevitable. Progress is needed. At what cost? Does it matter if one cruel ethnic group is replaced by another? one cruel god substituted for another? All that matters is that we remember our history; we learn from our mistakes. Or we don't. But maybe somebody does.
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
Title: Forest Floor Dreams: A Poetic Exploration of Nature's Understory . AI-Generated.
Forest Floor Dreams: A Poetic Exploration of Nature's Understory In the shadow of the towering oaks, where sunlight softly gleams,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
A Whisper in the Shadows: A Lipogrammatic Tale (Missing the Letter "E")
A Whisper in the Shadows: A Lipogrammatic Tale (Missing the Letter "E") In a shadowy city, smog choked lungs and blotted out sunlight. A young woman, Quinn, with calloused hands and a worn knapsack, navigated through throngs of jostling throngs. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant companion. Quinn, an orphan since childhood, had learned to survive by wit and stealth.
By Jannita Mazhar2 years ago in Poets
Green Sanctuary: A Poetic Refuge in the Forest . AI-Generated.
Title: Green Sanctuary: A Poetic Refuge in the Forest In the heart where the wild whispers grow, A haven lies where rivers gently flow.
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
return to sender. Content Warning.
the peace of fantasy abandons, felt so close, but i was so wrong. unspoken words, unheard cries, bitter lies fly between.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Gas Lit
I'm a magnet to those who oxidize the ruby red rust flakes away when I open my eyes All the right lines, none of the right time.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
All I Ever Wanted to Hear Was "Go Ahead, You Can Do It"
Fear has long been my biggest foe, a chain that binds me. In every moment I’ve lived and every dream I’ve held, it hinders me from soaring high and unbound. Fear of being seen through eyes that will only judge, fear of scarring people or being scarred, fear of failure — these fears have yielded lost chances, missed connections, and dimmed dreams that I once charted.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
The Silence of Love
He was deaf, yet he listened, and she was heard in ways she never had been before. When two souls entwine, they find a language of their own, one that needs no words and seeks no echoes — Love.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
The Desert
Loving you is like sowing seeds in the desert tortured by the heat, can't you hear me scream? Your care is a mirage more smoke screens
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
STOIC EVOLUTION. Content Warning.
this one is about relationships, across all levels of connections in the world. it's about changing the world by exacting control of myself and the community which i share, not trying to live anyone else's life but my own. accepting what is tangible and evident, and going from there. it speaks to understanding how connected and inter-dependent life as a whole is, but with a firm grasp on awareness of both responsibility for and authority of the actions i take and the contribution i make, even if and when mistakes are inevitably made.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
A Flame Within
Her heart, her soul, feels sad and low, It seems like others' faith has flown. But deep inside, her spark still glows. She's scared but keeps holding on.
By V2 years ago in Poets