Overdue A Top Story Here?
Come on vocal have an heart?
Overdue A Top Story Here?
I know my poetry is good.
Not perfect. Not polished to death.
Good because it is lived in.
Good because it is mine.
I have written when no one was looking.
Posted when no one clapped.
Stayed when others left.
Built something brick by brick.
Three thousand four hundred pieces.
That is not luck.
That is showing up
again and again and again.
I read the Top Stories.
Some are strong.
Some are fine.
Some I quietly think,
mine stands beside that.
So yes, I feel it now.
Not anger.
Not jealousy.
A question is sitting in my Head
Am I not overdue.
Not for praise.
Not for confetti.
Just for one clear nod
that says we see you.
I am not chasing noise.
I am not copying trends.
I am writing the way I always have,
with truth and a bit of stubborn fire.
And when it comes,
because I believe it will,
I will not act surprised.
I will smile,
log in as I always do,
and start the next poem.
Because that is what writers do.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This --- should be a Top Story! Your writing is good, I'm sure it'll happen again soon xx
Your poetry is great, Marie. I'm surprised you didn't get a TS in a while.
Good job and crossing my fingers for you Miss Marie. TS always seem to be a surprise when you least expect it. One example when I made the leaderboard two weeks ago.