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 Sharmaa day 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 Sharmaa day 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. Ohana3 days ago in Poets
I Used To Be A Dreamer, But Now I Can’t Even See Myself In The Future
“Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?” I paused, stunned and dumbfounded. Whenever people asked me that question, I had visions laid out before them. I had detailed and vivid descriptions of the person I aimed to become and the future I wanted to create. I would speak with unwavering certainty, my future stretching out before me with endless possibilities. That question was something I could answer in a blink of an eye. But now, I can’t answer it. I don’t have an answer anymore.
By fleeting.serenics4 days ago in Poets