Prose

B.O.O.K.
The doors to knowledge are never shut; it is patiently waiting to be greeted. Majority of the doors never open, because many refuse to read it.
By K. Wisendanger 2 years ago in Poets
The Lair of the Wyrm
Imagine having power to wrest change in this great field generator… this consensus reality… …and then deciding that rather than work for the Good such a creature would waste that power on endless attempts to prevent others from being true.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Trapped
I suppose The real monster Inside us all Is the one that we trap The snide remark we don’t say The cutting look All hidden
By Siobhan McSweeney2 years ago in Poets
"FATHER TIME, MOTHER EARTH"
Listen to the song as you read the prose. Feel the words and visualization of time and our human lives as walk along our pathways of life of Father Time and Mother Earth.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Godly Games
Every so often, more than enough, Come the Godly Games. Late evenings skies arrive In early cloudless mornings, they -
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
i think i l*** you
i think i l*** you god i hate it because i’ll say i don’t miss you but i wish i could have your hand to hold when the world is cold and
By Huan Huan 2 years ago in Poets
A Baptism
3/3/24 12:47pm Reflections of childhood combust in the sink as I graze the grass of those I’ve lost / Preserved are the memories within skins of grapes / make this water into wine / or put yourself at risk in the process of human touch /
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
The No Idea Garden of Remembrance
The most popular steamboat spot for writers now is the No Idea Garden of Remembrance. It's an oversized lot. Every writer thinks it is his or hers exclusively, and none of their guests have known it before. The host forgets how they came to know about the garden in the first place, or that among the invited are other writers too.
By Huwaida Ishaaq2 years ago in Poets
pure love
In the quiet of dawn, where stars still linger, Two souls entwined, hearts beating in sync, Love blooms like a fragile blossom, tender and true,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
Heart of Steel
Author's note: This follows Turn of Fate. The echo of Naythan's defiant shout rang through the woods, a deep silence followed as Naythan saw Lor'kan studying him closely, hand gently resting on the pommel of his own blade, not in any aggressive stance, but clearly ready to draw if necessary. It was clear that the Brother, while surprised by Naythan's refusal, felt completely unthreatened by him.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Poets
Some Time For You
Some time to you, some water to the trees Some wind for the crescent moon, something for the words. The rest is some lights gave to neon and fairy tales
By free man2 years ago in Poets