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A little poetry in the funs of german sandstorms
Hey everybody, my name is Chris, from germany so english is not my native language. I hope my stories never miss,
By Christian Miller2 years ago in Poets
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?. Content Warning.
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Submarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes that life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Savage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous 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
Sincerity . Top Story - May 2024.
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
CARBON EPITAPH
EPITAPH OF CARBON 5-13-2024 I am come upon the prism of time The end of all it would seem.. My body has hit the invisible barrier,
By Victor Mendez2 years ago in Poets
The Very Last Star Wars Haiku
Note: Yes, I have been busy with quite a few other things with the approach of summer. I have still been dumping (sad word) books and trying to find a new place. A move might be on the docket, but I could not forget my Vocal fans, despite all the recent technical problems.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows of Whispering Pines. Content Warning.
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
Unlove me
Unlove me, because I carry the weight of it too heavily, and because I am already detached from myself. * Unlove me, because I am terrified of losing you,
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
I am what I deserve
When you start to store reserve To the people who preserve Life is a curve Of all I Deserve Expectations are not for sure
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Versus I
Note: Again, I am in the middle of doing multiple things all at once. No luck on the househunting, but taxes are done, exams (first set) are marked (have time off to contemplate what my students do not know); I cleaned, swept, wiped and ran when I could. And it is a beautiful day to start sharing this particular idea.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
If you are overthinker- read this
Overthinking always plonks us into a negative spiral and makes us believe the worst of any scenario. It robs us of the joy of being in the present moment. If you are someone who actively struggles with overthinking and ruminating, here are some powerful affirmations that can help you put yourself at ease and be grounded in the present moment.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets