Writing

Suffocation is the Cause of My Death

A Story by pearl

They say life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.

Grapes

A Poem by Bell Spalding

I need to get stuff off of my chest. (Not typically what a poem entitled "grapes" insinuates but oh well) A series of events.

Bloody Roses

A Poem by WillaDanvers

Just random entaglements from my brain, straightened out and presented on paper.

study hall

A Poem by Bell Spalding

At the moment My life is nothing but waitingWaiting for 12:45 to have lunchWaiting for Friday to go to the fairWaiting for the weekend to figure out w..

For Those of us Who Didn't Think We'd Make it This..

A Story by mercurymuse

an anecdotal message of my highschool years, written days before I venture to college for the first time, a cautionary tale of the temptations of our ..

Country Shack's Cold

A Poem by bigfootprint

Somethin' to do with my hands

Caged

A Poem by Ally Ann

let yourself out of your cage

Ripples

A Poem by Bell Spalding

I actually wrote this one back in 2017, but I rediscovered it and am particularly fond of it. So, I bestow it upon you.

I am here, where are you?

A Poem by VKS

It hurts, I bleedyou drain me of colora vapid skeleton deep in the trenchesdo you care? do you even blink, mother? you suck out lifeyou spit me out yo..

Memories

A Poem by William Rousseau

Memories drift, with no direction, a ship setting sail on an endless sea. Desperate and hungry, I stare in..

I am from...

A Poem by Ashton Moore

This is a poem I made in school as an assignment. It explains me a lot so I figured It'd be a great intro. This poem is a intro to a series I like to ..

Rolling Stone

A Poem by Colton Warr

An experimental piece about what I've been going through. My whole life I've moved city to city. It undoubtely takes a toll...

A part of me...

A Poem by Ashton Moore

This is the last poem I wrote for(24/7 walking depression machine) definitely not the last but the reason this is being posted is because I didn't thi..

Dice Rolling....

A Poem by Onlyme

I sometimes used to think me being a nice and decent personwould save me in this twisted worldbut the sad reality is it just does not shield meor prot..