Prose

Let Me Tell You Now
When I am old please use the hoarded and pristine bottle -the lily of the valley lotion- to ease the ache in my hands and remind my feet
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Puppet Show
You are all born in noble families, I say noble because, either they are noble or you assume them to be. You are taught to hate the sin and the sinner as a child. But it all changes when you grow up when you find yourselves surrounded by utter darkness. The world doesn't appear as flat as you thought once, life not as straight.
By Fate2 years ago in Poets
You-8
I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me 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
Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Be Like Water
It’s not like I’m not used to water. I’ve felt its touch on my skin so many times. Chlorinated childhood hobbies, soap sudded hygiene routines; fat drip- droplets from the sky, soaking through fabrics of all kinds regardless of the day, date or time.
By Gavin J Innes2 years ago in Poets
Fact vs illusion
Fact and illusion They are the same but ain't the same, they are different but they are the same " What started fake ain't get ever genuine"
By Sofiane Illyah 2 years ago in Poets
How I learned not to be upset
Today, not everyone experiences what it's like to serve in the military. I didn't serve much either, in fact I was called up for penultimate conscription. After that, compulsory conscription was abolished.
By Grogu2 years ago in Poets
Random
Every now and then some circumstances put you through hard tests to just awakening some concealing proficiency that'd been hidden into a muddled mind
By Sofiane Illyah 2 years ago in Poets
LOOKING OUT TO SEA"
I lived in South Texas on a peninsula protruding into the Gulf of Mexico in the fishing villages of Fulton and Rockport. I took the photo one foggy day 9 years ago. When I lived there the tropical birds that occupied the coast became my friends and my comfort zone as they seemed to pose for me on many occasions. I have so many personal photos of the beautiful birds of South Texas. I wanted to share with my friends on Vocal.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
authority. Content Warning.
reclaiming the confidence held in my administration. the authority of the author is me. i have power in my pen - a yet raging judgement, arbitrarily distempered.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets