Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • Curiouser and Curiouser

    Once downstairs, Dolo surveyed his surroundings. Steampunk and UFO posters donned the walls. In one corner sat a table with a box of many-sided dice as well as some Magic: The Gathering cards. At the opposite corner he spotted astrological charts on th...

    • Author: Luca
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Enter Stage Right

    As a chubby man in a suit and tie opened the padlock a frightened woman crawled out of the box. Dolo shuddered at the thought of being placed in solitary confinement just to be allowed to be considered for this secret club. He thought how much he wante...

    • Author: Luca
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Exit Stage Left

    Dolo felt sheepish all of a sudden. He certainly didn’t like standing up and sharing his intimate thoughts with a bunch of strangers. However he was excited to finally get some guidance (albeit a bit unconventional) that could help him become a more ...

    • Author: Luca
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • The Chosen One

    “Put him in the box and let him think about this atrocious story!” “What?!” Dolo pleaded. “No. No, I’m not trying to be anyone I…I…” He felt his face flush. The Viceroy interrupted the commotion, “Perhaps you are trying too hard to ...

    • Author: Luca
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Radiance

    Spring finally gained enough strength (and common sense) to break free from Winter’s binding grasp. Spring grabbed Winter’s keys from his trembling hands (they were trembling because he had choked Spring for too long) and she released the ...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Winter Winds

    Snow reminds me of one of the best adventures of my life, and one of the worst. You and I trudged through the thick snow that led to the wasteland. The view took my breath away. My mother dropped the bomb the next day. He’s dead. And I didn&#...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The False Dilemma

    Honor or love was the question that tore my interior being, till I knew no more for what reason I wondered and why I compared. I fractured within, and unsure, I despaired. They told me I needed an outlet, a vent, a way to release my emotion so pent. Th...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • SFX ~ft. K/\Rma

    WHAM Damn. Welcome to the bedlam. Seeing all the hoodlums singing all the good ones. ROAR More. Run along the top floor, tresses flying high, her heels a quiet quick-blur. HUSH Rush. Silent like a red blush. Sneak among the hard cash. Make yourself a m...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • That Time Of The Evening

    The most unfortunate truth of all is learning (from your parents) that you were put on this (beautiful) Earth to die.

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • For Timofey

    Spent my whole life trying to find my missing pieces Covering up my imperfections Little did I know, I was looking for A single missing piece Don’t you realize that you complete me? Make me feel as if I was never broken Never hurt, never worried ...

  • Commercialized

    The roses may be red and the violets, (as far as I know) are not blue, but purple, and the chalky conversational hearts may strike up another lousy chat about how in love you are. The cards may burst with cookie-cutter sayings: Words you wish you thou...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Poetry And Her Poet

    “Poetry, poetry, what have you brought? Inspiring phrases, ideas, or thoughts? Give to me clarity so I may see the path of the task within which I am caught.” “Poetry, poetry, why am I here, enduring the struggles, misfortunes, and fe...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Shipwrecked

    (see Horace Ode 1.5) So who is that guy, reeking of cheap cologne, Flirting and fawning all over you With a bundle of roses and cliches, In that dark secret garden nook (Where we can all still totally see you)? Is it for him you’ve done up your hair ...

  • Hamnet

    Hamnet, The dearest kin of mine, you I address. Together we did live from womb and birth, and though the loss I always shall possess I cannot cast away the years of mirth. Amidst the happy years we sang and play’d, the hazy afternoons of Henley S...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Binary

    I feel like there’s someone watching me. The Mylar balloon that you got me (for Valentine’s Day) moves across my room, but there is no breeze. Phrases keep popping into my head. Don’t look out the window; He will come for you. I close...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Who Says It Has To Be Wrong? (Mature)

    I kissed a thirty year old man I met over the internet in the playground of my childhood. He took off his wedding band and buried it deep within his pocket, patting it before leaning in again. But it was I who initiated these meetings. But it was yo...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Skinned Alive

    I am both enticed and terrified of the scent of the hunter. It lingers in the vast oblivion I lost myself in when you began your chase. I cannot walk a mere seven feet without your scent gracing me. It catches in the back of my throat, sweetly tickl...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Ulysses & The Prophet

    I miss the euphoric moments we shared in those brief moments of infinity. The endless cornfields and the babbling brooks and the worn down paths and the dilapidated ruins and the sweet tea of our fleeting summer. We promised to never return home, to ...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Nurture

    Infectious smiles and rivers that flow through the space between our thoughts. Complete strangers sharing nothing but the silence surrounding them, ruined by the occasional car on the bypass. Comfort in knowing absolutely nothing. Comfort that came...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • New and Old

    The bench (under the watch of two elder trees) a place of birth and a place of death. Today: a birthplace.

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • The Silent Mountain

    From battle won he flees on weary feet, the drifting snow, the quiet crystalline a contrast to the drenched battlefield. What once was mayhem now a silent grave, a chaos vanished in the winter light. Where once she stood, now there an empty space, a bl...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • This Isn't Very Good, But I Need To Get This Out

    I love you not like a man loves a woman, but rather like a bird loves the sky, how a fish loves the sea. The sky and the sea (both as vast and mysterious as your blinking eyes) both radiate adventure and obscurity. I want to know more of them as I do...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Discovering Elvis

    I remember her glasses and foot-loose dance, And hope that a romance might just unfold. But her taste in despair was all that she left me, A bit of warm solace in cheerful cold. Cure for my discontent, Waits for experiment. And hopes that I’ll di...

    • Author: T-Text
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Time Traveling Man II

    So full of soul, but parading around with empty eyes I won’t stay in one place, my weakness I will disguise I’m a time travelin’ man with a stay at home wife She won’t ever understand, but that’s all right Freeloading time hopper, smirk on m...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Minor Technicalities

    Live life like you are an author writing it. If that were true, I would have closed the distance between us on that rock overlooking the raging waters that rushed through the cracks in the rocks. I would have made you the love interest from the moment...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5