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Bottled

Bottled

A Poem by Ty


When A Bottle Talks. Poured Emotion.
Let it flow!

Let it flow!

A Poem by Sylvia Chika


Cut the quill…spill the ink…bleed the words…stain the sheets.Let it flow! Let it flow!By Sylvia [email protected]://..
LISTEN

LISTEN

A Poem by Sylvia Chika


“Listen”Here I am“Listen”But I’m hereI hear you“Listen”I’m listening!“Listen”I’m lis..
I'm a writer

I'm a writer

A Poem by Thisismythearpy


I kept saying I was not, but I guess I am.
Writing a book

Writing a book

A Poem by Thisismythearpy


A poem about when I decided to put together a book.
Golden Scars

Golden Scars

A Poem by Saloni


An intimate poem about love.
What Hurts More?

What Hurts More?

A Story by Saloni


I can not figure it out.
On the Palatine

On the Palatine

A Poem by Deidre


A nostalgic poem about ancient Rome.
The Poet

The Poet

A Poem by emipoemi


Extremely avid in his art; Determined constantly is he; Prodigious is his graphic mind; Love dwells within his ..
Nothing is as it Seems; An Addiction Story

Nothing is as it Seems; An Addiction Story

A Poem by Cjb


The walls are closing in The roof is crashing down Noone notices, it doesnt even make a sound With every lost cry for help Screams turn into whimp..
Absence

Absence

A Story by Saloni


It is soothing to me, your absence.
THE CLOCK SPEAKS

THE CLOCK SPEAKS

A Poem by Sylvia Chika


A little loveA little careA little foodA little of what you haveJust a little to quench this thirstA little, my dearI see you complain of that whi..
Inventors

Inventors

A Poem by oohjulie


Inventors Poets are the inventors of The New Age, Composing prose from Lack of sleep and an excess Of pain.
Intellectual Sobriety

Intellectual Sobriety

A Poem by oohjulie


Intellectual Sobriety They say the mind is a powerful thing, But I believe mine has had too much to drink And has no need for sobriety.
Nobody's Place

Nobody's Place

A Poem by ayejodie


I walked as far as I'd ever walked before, Heading toward the castle ruins. The sunlight shon bright and far away, It's warmth hardly grazing my s..
I can

I can

A Poem by Yeti//R.E.Strayer


you told me onceinside layers of milky sheetswith your hand grazing up my thigh that i cannot i cannot writei cannot talki cannot painti cannot loveI ..