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4AM

4AM

A Poem by Isabelle Grace


It’s 4am, Darkness engulfs my room And my night light gives a ghostly glow. Alone, in the darkness, I lie awake. My thoughts scat..
Wit & Wisdom - February 2nd 2015

Wit & Wisdom - February 2nd 2015

A Chapter by dw817


The professor added, "But there isn’t a single language, not one, in which a double positive can express a negative." A voice from the back o..
The beautifully hurrying act of change in the air.

The beautifully hurrying act of change in the air...

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


On my stoop, it strikes 4AM and I'm asking myself, "What the f**k am I doing?"
Take it with a bit of lemon

Take it with a bit of lemon

A Poem by M. E. Lee


It will never pass.The feeling of helplessness you have right nowWhile he’s touching her skin,Whispering in her ear all the fairytales you thoug..
Strings

Strings

A Poem by M. E. Lee


Love, stop hurting yourselfYou put up walls to see if people care enough to climb themBut how many of them are still untouched?Too manySometimes you l..