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Reincarnations

Reincarnations

A Poem by emipoemi


If I could any animal Become postmortem, I Would like to be a fish, and drift About low tides and high. Th..
Love

Love

A Poem by Katie


Mister what say to you? How do you do? Bow your head that's what I'll do Form a Hello a smile too Have you've loved? Indeed i have says the fool ..
Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

A Poem by Hannah Elizabeth


is it truly necessaryto be broken down to the mere fragments of what i once loved?to be torn into pieces i only barely recognize?to rip away every asp..
records

records

A Poem by Hannah Elizabeth


i am the broken recordthat has been tossed and thrown too muchand can no longer playwithout repetitively chimingthe same phrase:"i am sorry."
Poem: Slave to the rhythm

Poem: Slave to the rhythm

A Poem by Mark Sam


Another week starts with sounds of music Rolling over, she’s ready to dance again Slapping on make-up to hide advanced age All for naught..
An Outcry

An Outcry

A Poem by Lainey


I pour my soul into my words untoldWith thoughts, feelings, and dignity to holdI doubt my work and I doubt my mindThe truth can be quite hard to findI..
settling in

settling in

A Poem by db102291


the palette of colors contained within combined to formone space;warm and cool dark grey timberwolfnot sun setting but warmingcampfire crackling ember..
Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 1

Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 1

A Poem by Sachiko Ruaya


Short Writing Prompts by SachikoMochiko - First Edition
Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 1

Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 1

A Chapter by Sachiko Ruaya


Short Writing Prompts by SachikoMochiko - First Edition
Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 2

Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 2

A Chapter by Sachiko Ruaya


Short Writing Prompts by SachikoMochiko - Second Edition
Strayed

Strayed

A Poem by Amitesh Rout


A man, eager to fight his solitude, stands strayed facing the world.
Past Lives

Past Lives

A Poem by Astray_in_the_wrinkle_of_..


She wept along time agofor this stranger...this crazy episodic villainof a modern day cowboyhis heat radiatedlike a pulsing light of confidencehe carr..
aftertaste

aftertaste

A Poem by wearejareth


passion seed residue on soft petaled skinleaves me smoldering on the bedyou breathe and set me on fire againletting your words solicit my headthey say..