Tags Poverty
Fighting For?A Story by Evan ScottWhat do you fight for? |
OC 1. The OrdinationA Chapter by Effervescent DreamsJerome along with his peers is ordained to be a priest, even as he struggles within to step out of what he really is and what he would be projecting h.. |
London CallingA Poem by LMDunleavyThis poem is a commentary on the harshness of London life. |
The One About MaryA Poem by hypochondritaThe transition of a little girl into the criminal world |
Hand-me-downA Poem by ThisismythearpyA poem about always getting things second-hand. |
Our Cherry Wine AnthemA Poem by stargirl23raise your glass in all your ruddiness this is our song our cherry wine anthem the one that would play each soirée undernea.. |
Coke Bottles Are Worth a NickelA Poem by Jameshttps://soundcloud.com/user-74706948/coke-bottles-are-worth-a-nickel-by-james-andersen |
Final NoticeA Story by Carey V. AzzaraKelly is up against it again. Two failed marriages, two children to care for, and very few prospects. With only the support from a now deceased Aunt s.. |
A Peaceful FadingA Story by ASandyRabbit- |
Magic of a MomentA Story by ASandyRabbit- |
Fast Food SundayA Poem by JamesAnother fast food SundayUp at 7, no sleeping in,everyone gets a bath...hair parted,always to the right.Momma's got her best dress out,black, with whit.. |
Struggling with ReligionA Poem by DanielFor a while now I have had many opposing view points on the basis of a religion and this is just my way of letting it out and expressing my feelings. |
Half Painted ExteriorA Poem by AshThis poem is a sestina, in which the last words of the first 6 stanzas are repeated in a restricted pattern. In my case, I had chosen my six words ran.. |
room/mateA Poem by Vria P Crow"Oily splotches scatter on his face buried in the craters..." |
Store Bought EggsA Poem by James“Where’re you from?” That’s usually the first question I get when people first meet me. I guess I am a little bit differe.. |
DustbinsA Poem by JamesThird town in three years,and a job in the mill, cleaning dustbins at night.It’s minimum wage, but you get Labor Day off,and enough money left o.. |
The Man with Wooden BonesA Story by MosesAtMidnightBen Thamian hated being caged, he hated the eyes now falling upon him. |
In my cityA Poem by OrizielleA poem about my city, Calcutta. |