Writing

Burn, Ovid

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Burn, OvidbyMichael R. Burch“Burn Ovid”―Austin ClarkeSunday School,Faith Free Will Baptist, 1973:I sat imaging watery foldsof pale s..

Come!

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Come!by Michael R. BurchWill you come to visit my grave, I wonder,in the season of lightning, the season of thunder,when I have lain so long in the in..

When I Was Small, I Grew

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

When I Was Small, I Grewby Michael R. BurchWhen I was small,God held me in thrall:Yes, He was my Allbut my spirit was crushed.As I grew oldermy passio..

My essence

A Story by Vasco

Without my essence, the idea of God is not realized.Therefore without me, God is not realized.

The God

A Poem by Smwtdmgd

No proof needed, said God.Just have faith, said God.God is never late, always on time.Said everybody!But I'm here waiting,for a very long time.Waiting..

Prayers From an Agnostic I

A Poem by mcceewrites

Is anyone listening?Because, here I go.Maybe the spirits will all pay attention.And maybe my prayer will even flow.Well, let me start by saying,I don'..

Prayers From an Agnostic II

A Poem by mcceewrites

Hey there, whoever.Looks like I'm at it again.Praying to something I'm having trouble believing in.I mentioned it before, but I'm new to this.But, I n..

Cult Princess - Book one

A Book by Victoria Temple

How would a family that has everything they need become interested in a cult? What does an 11-year-old girl can decide as her family becomes more and..

1. The Family Across the Street

A Chapter by Victoria Temple

A family moves in that are different

He's Building Me

A Poem by Melinda McQueen

He’s Building Me The plans are laid, The path paved. Crooked places made straight, Sending me on my way. The..

Counter Man

A Poem by Malay Roychoudhury

Man opposed to himself

2. So different

A Chapter by Victoria Temple

The new family is so different than ours

Steel-reinforced concrete

A Poem by Jasmine

A poem came up after watching the movie Tekkon Kinkreet (It's a masterpiece). I randomly choose this as my first sharing so this doesn't really showca..

Tumbled stones and refuse from pines gather

A Poem by Cass Ashe

Tumbled stones and refuse from pines gatherWhere granite slopes intercede topsoil,And Gaia's gentle grip carves her cipherFor skies above to sit over ..