Tags : Nostalgia

Crosby Park

Crosby Park

A Poem by Randy Johnson


I moved to this neighborhood forty-two years ago today.I moved here six months before Elvis Presley passed away.Crosby Park is the name of my neighbor..
Lost in the sinister of our haven

Lost in the sinister of our haven

A Poem by Siddhidatri Pande


In the voice of a mother the yearning for her son lost to his land in a terror attack.
A Glass of Water

A Glass of Water

A Poem by Caius Frank


The ice in the glass of water next to me shifts
The Thin Line

The Thin Line

A Poem by MuteMouthedWriter


The line we ride everyday of our lives.
Infatuation

Infatuation

A Story by dancingsky


A game of 'He likes me, he likes me not,' in your head because you're above plucking petals
Do you think she remembers me?

Do you think she remembers me?

A Story by EQ


The eternal struggle, a haunting tune, the flickering of the thunder and the memories that flow like an untamed river. First attempt at writing onli..
No Artificial Flavors

No Artificial Flavors

A Story by YouoweYoupay


It was my fault.
Mom's Generosity

Mom's Generosity

A Story by Randy Johnson


DEDICATED TO AGNES MARIE JOHNSON WHO PASSED AWAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.
Nostalgia Drive

Nostalgia Drive

A Poem by Quill


The past collides with the present
And now...

And now...

A Poem by Chanel Lackaday


And now, I'm leavingTomorrow doesn't exist ; yesterday is goneI'm trying to refrain from cryingBut I must go, goodbye, now that all has been said and ..
11 Calendars

11 Calendars

A Poem by Olivia


When you move on, but still hold on.
Donkey Kong Country

Donkey Kong Country

A Story by Randy Johnson


After selling my Go-Kart, I bought Donkey Kong Country for the SNES twenty-five years ago tonight in 1994. I bought it at KB Toys and I remember buyin..
Phoenix

Phoenix

A Story by Randy Johnson


Something terrific happened 40 years ago. In 1980, a company called Centuri released an arcade game called 'Phoenix'. Phoenix was the very first video..
Wind and Rain

Wind and Rain

A Poem by Harold


Written on a typically dreary Easter Bank Holiday in Britain. I reminisce about the places where i would rather have been; the hauntingly austere, yet..
Home

Home

A Story by Trifolio


What does it mean when the world you know passed on into the past?