Prose
To the ones who bleed blue . Content Warning.
So many individuals grasped the hold of a brush or ink when they felt the need to vent their emotions and dive deep into the world of their creation. The world is an unfair place and asking it to treat you fairly is like questioning the unfathomable. It is the nature of humans to kick someone when they are down. We often question the beauty and unique sense of individuality we hold because of the scars and imperfections that are embedded within us. But does any existing humanity in the world question the beauty of the moon though we all know it is adorned with its set of flaws that run deep in craters and valleys?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who felt like they deserved the hurt
Pain in its darkness leaves scars that become patches of our survival from the horrifying nights. In our sorrow, life belies in its essence to repeat the same experience until we grasp the notion of what it is trying to teach us. As glorified as the light at the end of the tunnel is, sometimes the looms that the shadows of despair hold doom the very radiance and sanguinity that we hold in our hearts. Life in its amorous flair oscillates between the radiant rays of joy and the darkest pits of gloom. In between the highs and lows, we experience the being of our existence.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Sixth Element
Photo (DMCA) from Pxfuel Air was everywhere above the Earth and even below in the caves where they could feel a breeze, perhaps from the Gods and Goddesses, or Zeus forbid, from Hades, where Fire burned eternally without any Water to quench a thirst, let alone extinguish it, so far away from the ether, where spirit floated forever in Space.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
“JUNE 25, 2024”. Content Warning.
LOOKING THROUGH MY BACK PAGES IS THE THEME NO SCHEME JUST SEEMS THE THING TO DO. Here it is 2015. Christmas eve. Happy Holidays to everyone and Merry Christmas and all that jazz. Have a prosperous New Year. May we be in the mood for peace and love instead of hate. May we learn to love each other as human beings. May we learn to not always be at war.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
