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Citrus City NightsA Story by Christopher Zaynlife in your 20s isn't that bad after all.. |
scattered pillsA Poem by Hana LinziIt is about how this girl feels that the boy she was in love with used her. the only way she is able to ease the pain is pills and alcohol. However, n.. |
BOURBON LINESA Poem by felsyThe silence defeated alas by the thought, As I sit and envigour my concepts that's taught. To create a new verse-with words not yet hear.. |
It wasn't meA Poem by MinorArtI take over my own life and can't even blend in |
Midnight DinerA Poem by DeclanA problem close to my heart. We all know someone that has an addiction and we know what it can do. This is just my personal experience. |
Mr. KunkelA Poem by EmKay BeeA poem about a very special man in my life who taught me a lot, but his biggest lesson was to always open up to people and allow beauty into my life. .. |
FriendsA Story by Reflet KamuiA short story based on a friend of mine during college (alas, just no longer). |
StairwellA Poem by Jacob BrydenI love silliness. |
May 12, 2066A Chapter by Nick FishermanMateo started smacking his lips as they were heading towards Palace Glubbdubdrib. “Are you thirsty?” he asked.“No, my name is Richar.. |
AddictionA Poem by QuinnThis is about my current position on my dependency upon alcohol. I have realised the damage but I can not break out from where I am this poem represen.. |
Pick Your PoisonA Poem by Lindsey HigginsWe were a horror story, The stars never aligned for us, We should’ve never met, But we did. A spark ignited our fire and We.. |
GRISELDA AND THE DOCTORA Story by Peter RogersonThe reprehensible old Griselda was of the opinion that she could monitor her own health... |
Another beat senseless burning poemA Poem by RodA road trip, months talking, driving, meditating, drinking, playing |
The bottle has wonA Poem by QuinnAnother poem focused around my battle with addiction. |
Wasted at the Winter FormalA Story by George ComerciWhen combined, what does two bottles of beer, a broken heart, and the Winter Formal lead to? Nothing good. |
It controls meA Poem by QuinnThe beer is in my headThe wine bottle is my soulThe liqueur isle holds my spiritI know it’s destroying me wholeYet I year for each sipI desire e.. |
Controlled TimeA Poem by DeBloyceA poem while procrastinating |
Coffee and ChampagneA Story by Foster LJust a small piece about a woman's feelings towards her husband. |