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So, how do you feel?A Poem by TraxlerFrom the collection, Mono no aware by Tylor Traxler |
He told meA Poem by Laura KateHe told me that I scare him,that there’s a darkness in mebut he likes it.He wants to protect me,he wants to take care of mehe loves the way that.. |
Wild as the flameA Poem by Laura KateHer hair is wild like the lion's mane,She runs free all through the nightBut there's a price to pay to know this woman,Her gold blonde curls mesmerise.. |
9.23A Poem by Laura Kate02.04.19, 9.23am |
Colors Of My Life ( 4/2/19)A Poem by Andre PetersonThe color grey meant nothing to me until it gave me warmth on the coldest night. It was calming in the hours where I had nothing else to hold onto. .. |
FallingA Poem by Laura KateLike a leaf falling from its tree I detached myself,I made myself free. And with the very last ounce of life I had left,I flew... I tried to make i.. |
Home - a haibunA Poem by Lunaa haibun is a composition made of a prose section and a haiku. here's one about memories from my childhood :) |
La Metro di RomaA Story by Lunaan extended haibun analysing Rome's busy metro |
YouA Poem by Laura KateYou set about putting me back togetherbefore I even knewthat some of my pieceshad broken |
It’s not youA Poem by Laura KateIt’s not you that Ilove, it’s not that I love you, exactly … I seem to run towards crazy and there’s a whole lot of cr.. |
4/13/19A Poem by Andre PetersonI think upon the subject of importance. As if I could really stop this unseen force pulling me in closer. If only I took the time to reward my forb.. |
Notre DameA Poem by Ally AnnIn destruction, we will find strength |
Three times, cloudsA Poem by Steve NossiterProse about a day where the clouds almost lifted me from the ground, but not quite. A day missed, a day to look forward to. |
How we used to beA Poem by Laura KateJust a thought |
ReleaseA Poem by Laura KateHe clings to melike the butterflywho commits to the direction of the windthat releases him from the webin which he winds himself up,and thought he wou.. |
Our kindA Poem by Laura KateNear every field down every road through every gate in every home are one of the same yet different in kind; a living body with a restless mind.. |
Her profileA Story by Haim KadmanA short story dealing with exceptional hunan relations. |
Empty pillowsA Poem by Laura KateWhen I came home that eveningand went into my roomI felt I could have criedbecause I had forgottenjust how muchmy very own bedsheetsremind meof you |