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More Questions Than Answers

More Questions Than Answers

A Poem by JenLyn


Does a rose not feel pain when you prick your finger on its thorn? Do angels argue and cry through a thunderstorm? Does the sun not s..
Comparable To The Beach

Comparable To The Beach

A Poem by {A}shley {B}lack @-;-


How relationships can change just like the tide
That Princely Tide

That Princely Tide

A Poem by Mark


Inspired by Pat Conroy's book of similar title, which I have finally undertaken, twenty years too late, to read...
Overcast Oblivion

Overcast Oblivion

A Poem by Roger Morrison


When the smoke clears we share a bed till the midnight hours pass
Slipstream Dream

Slipstream Dream

A Poem by Lori Butler


This is a poem that danced from my heart.
This World

This World

A Poem by Ina


I am not good at this world.Living between two beautiful places,what I am looking for does not exist.The challenge is searching, always,knowing satisf..
The Eye Of The Beholder

The Eye Of The Beholder

A Poem by December Blaize


There is a hidden truth about lifeThat exists where the tide washes awayFootprints left by fading lovers,Where a treasured music boxPlays a slower tun..
His Skin

His Skin

A Story by Diana Christina


"A lion biding its time in the face of man, a tide."
Five For Silver, Six For Gold

Five For Silver, Six For Gold

A Poem by springy tart lemur


Written to Counting Crows' "A Murder of One"
Empty, Empty

Empty, Empty

A Poem by springy tart lemur


A Thirty second attempt.
Chickentown Rag

Chickentown Rag

A Poem by springy tart lemur


A song in composition.
Ships On a Westward Tide

Ships On a Westward Tide

A Poem by OctoberDawn


You only live once, adventure calls if you listen close.
Life's Current

Life's Current

A Poem by Rtrt


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Tide Changes

Tide Changes

A Poem by ObscurityNone


I wrote it just now, because I was thinking of how I fluctuate from being pretty calm to being more active and "upitty" and my element is water in eas..
Ethereal Tides

Ethereal Tides

A Story by ObscurityNone


Story of a young Mer
IS IT CALLED MATURITY?

IS IT CALLED MATURITY?

A Poem by kublakhan27


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Time Moves On and I Do Too

Time Moves On and I Do Too

A Poem by Emily


I really like this one. I got the idea from a Longfellow poem.

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