Blackout

3/4/25
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
I drunk texted my ex
Prompt- It has been a long night of tequila shots and you pull out your phone seeing your last text, message him again Hi Ari
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets
Heart
I hold you in my heart I have from the start And forever there you’ll remain To my dying day 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 Historian12 months ago in Poets
Escape
One more match, I swear, Eyes are heavy, hands still move, Victory or sleep?
By Cai Fox12 months ago in Poets
Nightmare In Man
In darkest hours 'fore dawnlight wake, A shadow stirs, a form does take. Not beast, not ghost, not creeping fiend, But nightmare born in flesh unseen.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️12 months ago in Poets
Facing the Sun
Driving into the sun Am I on the run Or just welcoming what I’ve become No longer in my sleep On to a better world One filled with nature and joy
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Back to Caladan
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
The Truest Version of Me. Content Warning.
I drown my pain with a shot or two, Lost in a life where sorrow grew. Confused and broken, I roam the night, Seeking answers in the fading light.
By Cai Fox12 months ago in Poets
The Suitcase is Heavier Now
I wake in the dark, mouth thick with last night’s ruin, lungs tar-coiled, tongue drowned in copper ghosts. Whiskey-rancid breath blooms in the air,
By Diane Foster12 months ago in Poets
Breaks from the Note-Taking
Don’t excuse a thing; they laugh. A dirty gesture that festers…and pardon the rule breaks, the cursive demands it. Zero filter from quill to page. Never one for unique-looking words, so the Daemon powers through my Zombie form, so if they’re going to do the work……
By Willem Indigo12 months ago in Poets
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ Whispers of the River The echoes of old days still whisper In the river’s flow in the cold wind’s touch
By Adnan Rasheed12 months ago in Poets
Leave The Boots On
It’s never a bad time to leave the boots on, remembering our happiest moment and reviving feelings that once died in hell.
By Abyssalgroove12 months ago in Poets