Relic : Writing

Spirit (ghost)

Spirit (ghost)

A Poem by Relic


Do you believe?
Titanic--Nearer My God.

Titanic--Nearer My God.

A Poem by Relic


Their ghostly forms respire nowIn swells that churn the sea.Relieved from woe, and peril's throe,Nearer my God to thee.And even though the forward bow..
WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

A Story by Relic


People come and go so the list is always changing in increments.
Raving and Drooling

Raving and Drooling

A Poem by Relic


Depression
In the oceans of life

In the oceans of life

A Poem by Relic


the city
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by Relic


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While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

A Poem by Relic


I'm a writer in a room with nothing to writewhile my muse slumbers softly in cryogenic flight.My vast acute insight has suddenly transformedinto slive..
Observing Writers Cafe

Observing Writers Cafe

A Story by Relic


As long as you're observant, no matter how long you're here on WC you can always learn something. I know, I still pick up on things after being here a..


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