Senryu
The End
Welcome to the end Of the grand experiment Dying in a whimper 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
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen The scars that are inflicted deep within the soul often run deeper than the ones that are visible to the naked eye. Pain in its amorous embrace sets its fangs deeper into the crevices of the acts and syllables recorded in its intangible zest. Our heart knows moments that it tries its best to bury inside the depths of its brevity. There is both beauty and severance in the transitory moments of life. It has the most radiant days and the most desperate of nights. There are moments of light and joy and then there are moments of darkness, of hours of plight that behold and bemoan on us for being pure.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Perfectly Me
I don't fit your mold. Flawed, you say. But that's okay. I'm perfectly me. ----- I read a poem this morning in which the author was speaking about how none of us is perfect, though some people expect us to be. I thought, how ridiculous is that? Firstly, I agree. None of us are perfect. Secondly, what if we were? What if we could reach the point where everything we do, and everything we are cannot be improved upon because we'd already reached the peak? How boring would that be? Be yourself. Live. Be happy with who you are, and never stop striving for better.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
