Tags : Loneliness

Bleeding tears

Bleeding tears

A Poem by David Kwaku


I awaken from the dark space of my sleep. From my thoughts nightmares leach. I sit on the corner of my bed,and let my tears evacuate my stormy eyes...
She's Gone

She's Gone

A Poem by Katannaism


Because you mistreated her;Because you abused her;Because you tainted her once pure heart;And stained her once innocent mind;Now she's gone.Gone, quic..
Get Me?

Get Me?

A Poem by Arly Parent


There's nothing about methat won't beat you to your knees--beat you down with kindnesswith serenity,with ease.There's nothing more about me,that You y..
Skills

Skills

A Poem by Scott Christian


A reminder to myself to not give up.
What Makes a Man?

What Makes a Man?

A Poem by Blue


Am I a man? What makes a man? is it the honor of his heart, the passion in his soul, or the intellect of the mind? I believe it may just be th..
Ode to the Lonely Piano Room on the Left

Ode to the Lonely Piano Room on the Left

A Poem by Laura Sui


The room is quiet, Much too overlooked. Your heart echoes loudly, rebounding from the shell of your chest. You, a small room left by y..
A hundred. A thousand.

A hundred. A thousand.

A Poem by Scisenheart


short. sorry about that.
Just a little or a lot

Just a little or a lot

A Story by Georgina V Solly


Two thin and two fat women, each with their own particular problems.
The End Of Bliss

The End Of Bliss

A Poem by Tyler Dean Allen


Craters in our deepest fears and conversations
The Java Finch and the Spider

The Java Finch and the Spider

A Story by Kevin Anthony


A short story about a java finch and a spider. Intended to be read aloud to young children.
I Hate People Who Are Happy

I Hate People Who Are Happy

A Poem by peeintothewind


I hate how they hold hands with one another, and no one ever touches mine.
Requiem of the Weeds

Requiem of the Weeds

A Poem by AeraThaln7


Rejected, shunned, we search for home again, a place where we could grow and live like trees where we could coexist with plants and men a..
The Wildest Loneliness

The Wildest Loneliness

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


Often, I stand in the corner of all I have missed then find myself walking proudly beside the wildest loneliness lying deep inside of my stu..
Turambar

Turambar

A Poem by Turambar


Another truth of love in writting As seems to be the trend with my recent writings they're raw and fresh from the emotion branch, whether you see the..
Alone

Alone

A Poem by Chelsea


I'm calling your name,but you can't hear me at all.You're drowning out every bit of my existence.I try to grab your hand,but you move it just as I do...