Tags : Solitude

Glass Tower

Glass Tower

A Story by Alex Ware


It's not a secret unless everyone knows it's a secret
There's Something About Mary

There's Something About Mary

A Story by youngpoet98


A boy gets trapped in the basement of his local art store.
Silent Solitudes

Silent Solitudes

A Poem by emipoemi


Beneath a sickly sky, Against the motion Of the heart, Set apart From the world; From humanity. Wh..
Introvert

Introvert

A Poem by Sira YR


Nonsensical rambling alert :/
Pesadumbre

Pesadumbre

A Poem by emipoemi


Envuelto en desdichas y dolores, Hundido en neblina y negrura, Acercando cada día a la locura, Sin ver co..
Las Sombras del Pasado

Las Sombras del Pasado

A Poem by emipoemi


Another sun has made his arc, Another tide is rising; Another star declares the day Must dwindle into night. T..
Luna, ¡No Te Vayas!

Luna, ¡No Te Vayas!

A Poem by emipoemi


Luna ¡no te vayas! Moon, don’t go!¡No me dejes en oscuridad!I pray don’t leave me..
you wake down

you wake down

A Poem by Cynically Delicious


Poem I wrote while in university detailing a morning with depression.
Pristine Pondering

Pristine Pondering

A Poem by Mari' Emeraude


Is there still such a place?
Process

Process

A Story by Shubhangi


In the making
Tulane

Tulane

A Story by Puentes


The darkest day.
Kedzie

Kedzie

A Story by Puentes


It doesn’t matter where you walk away to because there is always someone that believes their hate is justified because no one stands up to them,..
If You Can't Help, Don't Hurt. Episode-2

If You Can't Help, Don't Hurt. Episode-2

A Story by Homason


A Nigerian-african tale of the prowess of Amaka, a young school leaver.
Life

Life

A Poem by Ryan


A personal stuffed poem.
Faraway Pages

Faraway Pages

A Poem by Richard M


On the joys of reading.
Faceless

Faceless

A Poem by Gaia Octavia


Two soft lips to brush your own, a beating heart to make you mine, you shapeless wraith, you haunted thing, a shifting shadow untouched by sun ..
Among the Wild Heather

Among the Wild Heather

A Poem by Gaia Octavia


Here within the mist, where woodland creatures roam, is where my song is sung in this place I feel at home Under woven shafts of sunlight tracing shap..
Through A Venetian Blind - Poem #88

Through A Venetian Blind - Poem #88

A Poem by toritto


Momma would dust the venetian blinds every Saturday morning open and close them with a pull of the cord watching the world blink appear, d..