Prose

Amour in its grandest fashion
The virtues of the bounty existence falter in its firm stance, As the mellowed glance of beauty in its amorous rhythm strikes its dance.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Fat With Love
Drawn in In an unhealthy way I want to be with you every day I want to be fat with your love 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
A Symphony of Love. Content Warning.
In the vast expanse where hearts entwine, Love's melody, a symphony divine. It dances on the whispers of the breeze, Painting skies with hues of ecstasy.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
If you read me.. Content Warning.
I want to record thousands of portraits with you where I can't capture it with my pupils... I want dawns in your arms, where you offer me peace and I shelter your soul.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
AM I NOT RACIST
I am not racist I’m white Not colored I am not racist I love colored people I am not racist How dare you touch me, you want to give me what you have
By hirah2 years ago in Poets
Inverse
Poem 1 In shadows deep where secrets rest, The moonlight whispers, a silent quest. Through veils of night, a journey begins,
By Waqas Ashraf2 years ago in Poets
A Day To Remember
I wake early, excitement flowing through the air, sprinkled within the bright sunbeams, I feel I’ve been waiting patiently for this very day, or so it seems,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
California is Weeping Tonight
The Harelip was lying on his bunk, dozing in and out when I came into the room. The lights were off, with only the moon illuminating his physical ugliness from a shaft of light penetrating the grimy window. I was carrying my notebook. He suddenly leaned forward on his pillow as I pattered in. “California is weeping tonight,” he mumbled, incoherently, before the words were drowned out by additional snores. California is weeping tonight, I said to myself. CALIFORNIA…is weeping tonight. What, was there a wildfire? His hypnogogic babbling took on wide, eerie, cryptic significance. I sat down, and in the darkness, I wrote: “California is weeping tonight,” in my notebook. And then I wrote: “AND SO AM I."
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Poets
Perfectly Pink Prose
Perfectly pink Tattoo ink Drawn into a rose By someone who knows On someone’s arm Who means no harm Someone pure Who is very sure
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Seething Red. Content Warning.
I almost killed my brother once. On purpose. Nearly choked him out in a fit of rage. He deserved it, though – only because I couldn’t choke-out the persons who really deserved it – his loving enablers turning him into the slimy, lying, manipulating bastard he is to this day. Too bad, but good thing, the bus driver was there. It would have been a horrible reality to live with.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets