Writing

Dealers without feelers

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan

The light of the world has become slightly less brightconstantly dulling while all the rest fightthere's more evil than good which is the new rightso ..

I miss you but I'm happy

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan

The water dripping from the faucetdriving me crazy and making me offsetclinking as it hits the drainthinking as I sit in paineven though losing you ma..

Putting it down to move forward

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan

Not to strong just something I need to get off my chest and mind, maybe in pieces here and there but I know it was all just an experience.

A Human Heart

A Poem by Carthage Thorne| The Wild..

A thought I had about what it means when one hurts someone else.

This Novel

A Poem by Carthage Thorne| The Wild..

Inspired as I sat outside, watching how people interact with each other.

Leaves in the Wind

A Poem by Carthage Thorne| The Wild..

Inspired from a day out in the early fall of September a few years ago.

Dreams

A Poem by Marissa Torres

These are just dreams.For some,It can be a reality.They are the lucky ones.Most like you and I are not.

little something

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan

The wind blows a whispering howl as the chill sets inas I feel the cold air as I breath my chest inknowing soon I'll be restingmade me feel at peace, ..

Winter Kisses

A Poem by Marissa Torres

You are my love. You are my sunshine. You are everything I wish and hoped to have at eighteen.

Untitled

A Poem by Marissa Torres

You took everything away from me.

Evolution

A Poem by Marissa Torres

His heart had openedand a short stem of a crumpled up rose revealed itself.It was for her.Kept in the depths of his soul.Free from harm.Was what he th..

His Letter To Her

A Story by Marissa Torres

You are not alone.

His Love, Mad

A Poem by Marissa Torres

He was madly in love with her.

The Puppet

A Poem by Marissa Torres

Your name.It haunts me.It grips around my neck like a noose.I can't breathe.I can feel your hands around my body.I am frozen in fear.I cry for help.Yo..

Room Full Of Art

A Story by Marissa Torres

You’re my room full of art.

The Moon Without His Sun

A Poem by Marissa Torres

He reached out his hand at the dark blue sky,Where the moon bled profusely and cried.The sun was nowhere to be found,Causing the moon to look vulnerab..