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Red, HandA Chapter by S. D. ForogarPending. . . . |
LiarA Poem by Athena AngelA poem about not really knowing someone |
WRITER'S BLOCKA Poem by JessicaIt is the worst kind of suffering. |
Summer FiresA Poem by Kathy Van KurinA day which gave opportunity for personal introspection. We here in Oregon, Idaho, Washington watched this become a very serious summer for wild fires.. |
hang this way upA Poem by Tony Jordanloosely based on a real life event. |
RueA Poem by Jason KibaSometimes, there comes a desire to unmake oneself, to drown oneself in oblivion. Even as I strike out in defiance against the wicked sentiment, I etch.. |
ReflectionA Story by H.BaltzellAnna was 17. Beautiful, blonde, and a deep shimmer in her eyes that most people would easily overlook. She was shy. If someone took the time to speak .. |
I'm DoneA Poem by AnnDohertyI'm done.I'm done trying.I'm done fighting.I'm done pushing.I'm done crying.I'm done working.I'm done breathing.I'm done hurting.I'm done breaking.He .. |
HarveyA Poem by Kailey DanielleA poem reflecting damage done in and around Houston, Texas, due to the Hurricane and Tropical Storm Harvey that hit in August 2017. |
WaitingA Poem by Kate Z.Grief comes at odd moments. I sit to write a jaunty tale, but my pen records my heart, not my mind. |
The CrowA Poem by H.BaltzellSwift was she, thrust through the airOre’ the dying trenchesHer feathers dust, her soul to bareA crow by name, relentlessThe sun was course, for.. |
Paint the Wind with CloudsA Poem by MarkRelates an attempt to deal with loss. |
BrokenA Poem by PeachesteaA writing about miscarriage |
RosesA Poem by H.BaltzellShe was a lover, a dreamer, a scholar Few were so subtle to cry Her dolls and her toys were all that would charm her She was afraid of the night .. |
Worst night of my lifeA Story by NotCliveOwenThere's no worse feeling than hurting someone you love and knowing you can't be the one who picks them up. There's a baby coming and it's not with he.. |
heartbreak as a drug dealerA Poem by jbi meet him(because,of course,he is a man-mid twenties,thin -with ribssticking outlikeparkbenches- andyellow-toothed)in the darkat first.i gowhen no on.. |
Familiar FriendA Story by GwenLarkWhen loss becomes comforting |
Dear LilithA Story by H.BaltzellHe walked among men, but he wasn’t one of them. Lilith meandered the streets, waiting for his call, when one would summon him. He hovered over t.. |
Wearing another's tattooA Story by LunarshockInspired by Tori Amos' "Cloud on my Tongue", though her explanation differs from where my imagination took me. |
Growing up deadA Poem by NightAndDayI lost my mum to cancer a few years ago and began keeping a journal type thing, this was one of the entires and I just feel it should be shared somewh.. |