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TimeA Poem by Savannah BlyTime is everything |
A Journey Through YourselfA Story by Adventure Though ThoughtThe travel of meditation and what I imagine the subconscious would look like to me if it was described in relation to reality. |
50 Date IdeasA Book by Ralph StanczukThis is a new book/guide idea that I had and I hope you enjoy it. I would love to hear some feedback about it! |
Eyes Of Life And DeathA Poem by Savannah BlyDoes a poet see through eyes of life and death? |
SootheA Poem by Destiny S.I love to sit in a busand watch as the panoramaof houses, fields and fellow carssteadily flows by.Hear the loud chattermeaningless enough to ignoreand.. |
the Dream of Ideas (temporary title)A Story by fatimasque"i knew Ideas could speak, it was news to find out they could also dream" |
bluejay's mythA Story by Amorette DuvannesWhen I first saw you, I perceived you as something inhumane. Your manner and humour and way of confronting people seemed odd, out-of-place, and in my .. |
FinallyA Poem by KendallbassI had a realization I though I'd share. |
Memories?A Poem by Michael KikleIn youth, we speak of what we will do Once we have grown. We speak Of the genesis of a relationship with a Perfect other. We speak of the perfect .. |
The TrapA Poem by Sachi RuayaThis is about OUR navel. Yes, the belly-button. A small dip implanted on our surface. In our daily lives, it seems so insignificant. We shower, wash i.. |
The StationA Story by James McLendonWhere do ideas come from? Just a little blurb from when I couldn't think of anything to write about. |
A friend, not a counsellorA Chapter by JelliottRDocken expresses his need for something 'more' than his friends, as he's bored with the same old routine. He then vists the guidance counsellor and le.. |
Stupid Little MeA Poem by pixie_dustHow could I beSo naive to not seeNot see what's in front of meHow you will never beAll answers in front of meAnd I'll keep hopingFor something that'll.. |
Bury me at SeaA Poem by BlankCypherSet afloat in the waters of Darkness. My lungs filling with liquid, Viscous and suffocating.Am I dead yet?If not then I wish to stay, stay in the wate.. |
How the World WorksA Poem by BlankCypherIt spins deftly.Turning in speeds in excess of understanding.Sentience unknown by the parasitic beings infesting its surface.Symbiosis interrupted by .. |