Tags : identity

I Guess My Name ISN'T Steve. How Odd.

I Guess My Name ISN'T Steve. How Odd.

A Poem by Jaeda


I was having a little moment of clarity. So I thought.
Repugnance in Duplication

Repugnance in Duplication

A Poem by Vela June (or aira isane)


Flittering hands,restless movements,and whispers of secretspassing through the air.Forgive me,I recall asking,blinking more than onceas I revive mysel..
Green on Green

Green on Green

A Story by Georgina V Solly


One small thing leads to another until it becomes an obsession, but there’s always a way out.
The drama inside

The drama inside

A Poem by BeyondMySelf


I'm running fastI'm heading forward,trying to fit and keep the pace with adult life..Deceiving my selfconvincing itselfto accept things that it does n..
Paper Faces

Paper Faces

A Chapter by CT


Why? Why can I never truly tell what I long to let free? Why must it consume me, consume my identity, burying it underneath a flurry of lies...
Kim is Warren

Kim is Warren

A Story by Georgina V Solly


As the title suggests, this is tale about a problem of identity, together with its solution.
Understanding wish were Understrood...

Understanding wish were Understrood...

A Poem by behind.the.lights


It is what it is and I love what it is...
configured

configured

A Poem by Ttrinity


a humming buzz, global solitude among twitteringdrowning out all matter of witty or mundane internet musingsmuffled nothingness, routed declarations o..
Diaries in Landfills

Diaries in Landfills

A Poem by monica abigail


when I was a young girlI used to write fake diarieshoping that someone would read themwhen I was long goneand they would imagine what the fake girlloo..
Who am I?

Who am I?

A Poem by Midnight's Mistress


Who am I?I am Me, am I not?I do not know anymore.I take from him, I take from her.Borrowing, but never giving back.Becoming pieces of you, never I.My ..
Watermelon Sugar

Watermelon Sugar

A Poem by Arly Parent


In watermelon sugar lies the death of a man, doing the only thing only a watermelon can lay low the giant straight, dark, and tall beat d..
Get Me?

Get Me?

A Poem by Arly Parent


There's nothing about methat won't beat you to your knees--beat you down with kindnesswith serenity,with ease.There's nothing more about me,that You y..
Blurred Vision

Blurred Vision

A Story by Lipstick_Lesbian


What does it mean to be an American?
Who am I in your Heart?

Who am I in your Heart?

A Story by Sandra Jade


Look alike but not the same...Can you take it if your first love died and everyone thought it is your fault? Then suddenly after her death, a girl who..