Tags : People

Loud

Loud

A Poem by Sigyn


An exclamation point, Can mean much, But for me it stands, For the word, Loud. It is annoying and crude, It ends all sentences, With a disturbing bang..
People Are Worn Out Shadows

People Are Worn Out Shadows

A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan


From hours of listening to dark music, from hours of watching dark old French New Wave and British New Wave films, and hours of reading dark poets tha..
The Human Affect

The Human Affect

A Poem by Josh Harbst


The Human Affect We see different We see reaction We see affliction Why must we destroy what's different We take our fing..
Take a Bow

Take a Bow

A Poem by Matthew D. Ford


Frankly, a poem about plastic, superficial people.
The Illusionist

The Illusionist

A Poem by Rose Masen


I see thing's differently than the world does- even through all of the negativity.
Identity

Identity

A Poem by Crayon


I have at least 7 different people floating around inside of me.
Chaconne, Johann Sebastian Bach: Transcribed by Ferruccio Dante Michelangelo Benvenuto Busoni

Chaconne, Johann Sebastian Bach: Transcribed by Fe..

A Story by delapruch


car crash, followed by dead people.
Certain Young Dreams

Certain Young Dreams

A Story by Paris Kim


one of my earliest works, written in 2007 i believe. the young continue dreaming, those around admire.
24/7

24/7

A Poem by Karina Longo


When someone wants to win and be better than everyone else.... 24/7. It's a diseese and I thought I'd talk about this delicate disorder of wanting..
Labels

Labels

A Story by Ki


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Shivers

Shivers

A Poem by Angel Bird


Clouds had formed over night. Haze pushed dreams out of sight. Rain created puddles, and a river. The world got a fever, and began to shiver...
The Purpose Of Life

The Purpose Of Life

A Story by Annie S


During my sleep
Ghosts short story 1100 words

Ghosts short story 1100 words

A Story by Kasey Klein


a exercise in narrative
dalliance

dalliance

A Chapter by freelancejouster


lazy fingerstrail through over-long hair,it's summer,no time for cutting dead proteinswhen you could be laying,spooned against another,slimmer than yo..
still the dreamers

still the dreamers

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


who were we?
still the dreamers (part two)

still the dreamers (part two)

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


a continuation of my previous poem.