Writing

I am me

A Story by Ki

I am just me. I'm not who you think I am, Or who you want me to be. I am just me. Whoever the hell that is. I love who I love, I say how I fe..

Dismantle. Rearrange. Clone. Process Complete.

A Poem by AHHHHHHHH! Heath.

This valley, full of the people I once knew.Rustic and decaying now disassemble the bodies too.Take the parts worth saving, donate them to a better pr..

Dead Society

A Poem by Lena Rossmore

They call it a democracy,A theocracy,Evenaristocracy.I call it Mediocracy.Because in this day and ageYou dont control what you think and say.Two plus ..

Dying a Copy

A Poem by kera moondust

About a friend of mine... I'm don't gonna disclose much more

I Am Original

A Poem by Magnolia Liberato

By no inheritance have I come by myself,By no contest have I won my heart.No binding chainsOf my peers’ opinionsHold dominion over me,BecauseI a..

The Definition of (Intrepid) Inspiration

A Poem by MFJ ESE

To be an inspiration is to elicit the action of another With mere word, phrase, or way of life How, then does..

Reality or Society

A Poem by Dani

I know it is a short poem, but personally I think that it is one of my most powerful. This poem basically outlines how a single opinion can influence ..

Your Own Special Spark

A Poem by oli the outcast

so I watched dead poet society. and just. so many tears

Miss Grayson

A Chapter by Edwina

A wealthy socialite opens an antique shop in a small town by the railroad tracks. She shakes the town up a bit with her unorthodox approach to life.

I'd rather

A Poem by Audrey Bowers

I'd rather be dancing without a carethan hiding in a shell.I'd rather be singing at the top of my lungsthan living a living hell.I'd rather blossom li..

This is my Melody

A Poem by Ciara

I compose music a lot and sometimes I forget that originality is what makes some of the best pieces.

My Dreams

A Poem by Moonlight

It is a poem to convey the importance of dreams in a person's life who has nothing else to hold on to...

Chromatic Bruises

A Poem by Lyza Jarvis

In silent white you sit, unoccupied and empty.To no avail, your eyes search,for any sense of color.Your heart pumps subtly, muted shades of rose.You f..