Writing

It was not Loss, for I had my hands full

A Poem by stephsand14

It was not Loss, for I had my hands full,And all the Losers are lacking It was not Time, for I had more than enough,And the bell sung its tune each ho..

STRANGERS

A Poem by Sylvia Chika

When?When did we throw caution to the wind?Living life with no careUnconcerned about the distance between usThe silenceThose conversations that sh..

3. TO BE A WITCH

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson

The first year in Janie Cobweb's life comes to an end with the promise of something nasty in the near future

Quantum Love

A Poem by Anonymous

A science-geek defines his love towards quantum physics

Fragile: Handle with Care

A Poem by dillonjensen

You can order my book at https://www.amazon.com/Fragile-Handle-Dillon-L-Jensen/dp/0692940731/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1510345667&sr=8-9&keywords=fragile..

almost

A Poem by wearejareth

i once almost told you i loved youwhen the lips of a bottle had met mineand mine had met yours,and exclusivity was expelled at the time beingbecause i..

used words

A Poem by wearejareth

and like items from an antique store,we used the words our ancestors haveold molds of others' tonguesand dust we blew off with a breathpraying they st..

help is a god

A Poem by wearejareth

if help is a god then time is a lambthat we sacrifice for one anotherso you must be a wolf in sheep’s clothinggarbed in the blood of hours and m..

sores

A Poem by wearejareth

when we kiss after we fightwe can feel the sores on our tonguesfrom all the s**t we didn't meanor didbut they'd go away and soon once againwe’d ..

The Grave

A Poem by Jordyn

This is actually part of a novel I'm writing, so it may seem weird without the context of the novel (which I'm not releasing until I'm finished with i..

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."

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..

understanding

A Poem by wearejareth

i know you don't like poetrybecause it doesn't make sense to youbut so many other things dolike talking or dancing or myselfyou know more about me tha..

funny little white shapes

A Poem by wearejareth

i still find them sometimesthose funny little shapes you put on your tongueand every time i do i think that they are no foreign object to meuntil you ..