Writing

Little's Last Day

A Poem by Bright Ocean Star

a jumbled mess of rhyming madness, I suppose...

Black

A Poem by katnisscat

BlackTip toe up the stairs the little mouse runs.He runs for fun.Sneaking sliding thought the holes of rotting wood.Faster than he thought he could.He..

Duffle Bag

A Story by Jessica

A fragmented story I wrote last year for a creative writing class.

Imagine: A Headache

A Poem by Sibling

I was sick and had a throbbing headache which inspired me to write in similes and metaphors.

Piercing the Bleak

A Book by >>AMV

Xacquan does not know who she is, or where she is, or that she is even a "she". Living alone in the Greylands with only a grey idea of herself, are t..

Piercing the Bleak Chapter Three

A Chapter by >>AMV

Xacquan listens as her new acquaintance, a little boy named Ragmon, tells her the reason he came down into the Greylands.

By the Seat of the Soul's Pants

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

To presume to write to someone about courageand not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.I've always said Leave me alone with autumn...

Overdose

A Poem by Dan Nave

What I write the morning after accidentally taking one too many pain killers.

Glass Trinkets

A Book by Hannah

He would have given her the world. The simplest things she did brought him the joy he'd been searching his whole life for. She gave him life. She was ..

Resolutions

A Poem by Bill O. Writes

Midnight ground sparklesHardened soil apair with my strideDawn, ever unannouncedUnlit coalsIcicles crystallizeI'm engulfed in doubtWho am I? Who are ..

Sickness Within

A Story by Megan

My heart implodes, beating out a letter, demanding my feelings to feel better.

Inside of Me

A Poem by ayejodie

Mental Illness

Monsters

A Poem by Victoria Mae

When I was a child, I put my mattress on the floor, the monsters under my bed would reside there no more. But somehow they stayed, and found home inst..

Oh My Oh

A Poem by Moka George Mike

it is about people who drink alcohol

weed

A Poem by Moka George Mike

its about weed

We're All Running out of Life

A Poem by Devin Mitchell Durbin

A continuation of Mine and Stefon Napier's "We're all Running out of" series.

The Sickness Known As Love

A Poem by EmilEvergreen

The pain that is the joyThat is the core of all my beingIs the heart that beats for youThat gives my life all of it's meaningThe joy that is the painT..