Inkybro > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

Take the sea, now bottle the waves. You're left now, with a still, silent black-blue monster, seventy-percent the size of Earth. Much like the..

I shouldn't be here, though I don't wish to die. I ponder beginnings, middles, ends- I envision worlds heat and things we can't describe. No. ..

plenty of mistakes made yes, ethan, you've done wrong. and yes, there are many regrets i feel i shouldn't feel for only eighteen years of life sh..

scored or micro-perforated, a generation of p***y losers. they cling to ma and pa just as long as they can, riding the vehicle of free living alo..

my life is like the wind unpredictable and spontaneous. it blasts my tears, like rain, and bits of my soul, like debris, crashing into my forehead..

iris made of starlight smile like the sun your movement's built on gravity just like everyones' but there's something in the way you go about you..

Holding a fiery rose your hands may burn, my love, or the thorns may split your palms. Yet you insist, "The divine tell me what to hold and ..

This is a song I wrote.

The rain starts to pour, what a glorious field these waters have ruined and muddied. And the sun's great rapport starts to be missed, such as th..

Much like a vine-crawling wall and a muddy time-tarped memory, you hang in the balance a moment more, now not more than a ghost of a ghost. And yo..