Villanelle
Ships Lost at Sea
We are continuously changing In some ways, there never was an old us We’re a living ship of Theseus 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
The Silent Hunter. Content Warning.
Introduction This is inspired by a piece by Anna and The Willow called "Silent Hunter III" which you can see here. I first came into contact with Anna with her amazing "Huntress" in Skipton Castle Woods which you can read about at the end of this poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
To the surreal strength we hold
This is an ode to the might that we hold in our hearts to mellow through the banter of our strife. We are extraordinary species that surpass the wit and intelligence of any existing creature in the biotic ecosystem. Our minds are constantly evolving in every minuscular way to foretell the vision of tomorrow. Life is a monotonous series of exemplary events that forge their being in the mundanity of a day. Stirring with the hustle-bustle of every day becomes burdening when life shows how uncertain our mortality is and how placated we are in the hands of the unknown.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
