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IncessantA Poem by GlennThe noise buzzes around.A care can't be found.In my own worldThese thoughts unfurled.In my isolation,This desperation,Just wanting someone to care.Wan.. |
RootsA Poem by JustPlainHereA prose poem that was too depressing to post around Christmas. |
Family TreeA Poem by Nervana Zahranit’s hard to write about love; when its just too painful its hard to write about love; that was supposed to be unconditional suddenly y.. |
About the Cancellation of NoiseA Poem by JustPlainHereThere is a humminglike a housecontinuing where it left offas I pull the buds from my ears -the fridge and furnaceindistinctas a murmur of soundbelow a.. |
REVISITINGA Poem by DrDLost love remembrance |
A Love StoryA Story by KCommonera love drabble |
Say, this earth never wants the clay moldA Story by aryaOr won't hold on to it like we do.Because the night star fades each time it catches the glimpse of the rising moon; the river holds her hand and her b.. |
REMEMBERA Poem by aryaIn the shape of the skull lies womanhood, a mere clay form of repetition.Word after word taken from the mud below, from the echoes of the coffins and .. |
A Thousand PagesA Story by 1809 Black Plague Decembe..Edgar Allen Poe is always alone. Footsteps away from Edgar Allen Poe. |
Agony she winsA Poem by Sylvia, |
June BugA Poem by 1809 Black Plague Decembe..Discendo (She Died there) : June bug. pen name: 1809 Black Plague December There a’mist of June. June Bugs run to a cor.. |
the TreeA Story by 1809 Black Plague Decembe..The Tree I see Richard from afar. I cannot fall in love. I walk many a times. There amist the grand the Tree. My eternal the Tree. Oh, how much .. |
Bring Me You, One line.A Poem by 1809 Black Plague Decembe..One Line? :P |
TWO SIDES OF THE COINA Story by Tasi83For example, when the preparations for the fres.. |
Prisoners of feelingsA Story by Tasi83He felt as if he had been hit on the head with an unfathomable force, and when he regained consciousness, another huge blow was delivered to his hear.. |
pomegranate woundsA Poem by kimpetersen13kpgirlhood and sexuality and wounds and bruises and the past and the future |
An imagined realityA Story by Tasi83Dear City Residents! There will surely be quite a few people, I can already hear their unbridled, critical voices, who will claim that most sn.. |
Trivial triflesA Story by Tasi83Kornél Bauer was barely two or three years old when he learned to imitate and manipulate individual members of his family to his liking. Inte.. |