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poverty through the eyes of a slave!A Screenplay by Boldapplewhat we take for granted |
Sickly CulturesA Poem by Caleb GerberEach Leaf sounds like the Trampling FeetOf a Thousand sickly Cultures;Each Blade of Grass gives wind the tasteOf Bled-Out Ground and Hard-Fried Sun,Bo.. |
Back Door Man * Chapter XII * BottomA Story by tremainiatorA memoir of the years 1944 - 2008. This chapter finds me busted, homeless, broke. |
Surviving the VenalA Poem by Odin RoarkWhile the poor struggle, the privileged lawmakers look for more profit in everyday famine. |
PancakesA Poem by Luke LManHurry up with my mealI can't deal withWaiting another secondSo there she isSkip the chitchatLet me have atterSo I poise myselfAs a wrestler ready t.. |
ego at bayA Poem by Werse DialogueI will not feed your ego but just barely keep it alive, because if you're so full of yourself how can there be room for me inside? |
Without YouA Poem by Kwiksie Ifediora...ponder on just how big a mess we'd all be in, if God didn't bother to intervene in our lives on a daily basis... |
The light blue doorA Story by Kirsten KvaaleHe took far more than just his keys the night he walked out the light blue door. He took the only few parts of herself .. |
ThirstA Poem by sumayalibhaiArrive, sharp brute in my doorway,Your eyes an ochre fireStrong arms pull our hearts close;Once I feel the prickle of your cheekMy fire lets lose.Swee.. |
The hungerA Poem by EloisaWritesJust wondering on the things man will be willing to eat when he starves to death. |
Painful RevelationsA Chapter by SpeedyHobbit ArmstrongFolco slumped against the wall, face bleak. “I'm sorry, Lindo,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t lash out at you. It’s just&he.. |
The Tyrant and the TraitorA Chapter by SpeedyHobbit ArmstrongPrince Folco learns the horrifying truth of who is behind his imprisonment and exile and that if you're considered a traitor in Dremeadow, you're goin.. |
World HungerA Poem by Anna BlackburnA quickly thought up poem. |
June 9, 1929A Story by PoetryPenPalThis is a fictional diary entry written by a young, homeless girl during the depression. |
SupplyA Poem by NyanachiSo out of this comes thatthat youtogether woven in thisthis structure of mindevery step falls on that same dirtis it enough?will you smile with affect.. |