Once, I was free, filled with hope. Each day was filled with the promise of something new and exciting. But the terrible accident changed everything. It was like a thunderous explosion that shattered the serenity of my existence. Nightmares twisted reality into grotesque shapes, becoming haunting...

Stars, once ablaze, now flicker in the abyss, echoing the bittersweet symphony of existence. Entwining the fragility of dreams with the resilience of faith. They unearth the luminescence within, discovering that even in the autumn of life. Amidst the shadows, dreams delicately intertwine with st...

A young man seduced by death has an encounter with his past and his future through an angel-like ten year old boy who may question everything in the young man's life again. A short spin-off story of the Japanese masterpiece "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino. Also inspired by the meg...

Today is my close friend's birthday. I've been with him since childhood, and I've been secretly in love with him. Will I continue to keep this love hidden in the end? However, I'm also afraid to confess because I fear it might damage our friendship. What should I do?

They say that when you learn to love, you learn to also feel the negativity from it, the good, the bad, the ugly, love offers many forms of itself, but when your young and dumb sometimes that love is fatal. Falling in love is a beaitufil thing but sometimes it leads to you making rash decisions a...

It's 2 am word fart I really wanted to do this prompt and struggled to write something right down to the last minute

THIS SERIES IS ABANDONED ======================= Wrick is a worn out merchant with a seemingly important past, important to who is not known. He seems to have confused his emotions by suppressing his desires, read him go through the wringer as he learns more about who he really is, at this late...

Unaware of our fate, we wander the world hoping to one day find our calling...our purpose. We cling to idols and gods for guidance under a moonlit road, only to end up realizing we have been bound to this distant thing all along. Writhe in your own ignorance, for the world is truly the egg from w...

I just wanted to be remembered.............in a twisted sorta way.

So, um, what type of poetry would you call this?