Writing

Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

One morn as under a great tree I lay, Misery held me in its pain-filled sway. I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb, Sleepwalking my way toward the d..

memories of East 99th Street

A Poem by

Songs of light fading to shadow. The intrinsic emptiness of all things...

Dreaming of My Eternal Humble Abode Beyond this Wo..

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

I close my eyes and vision a world in its pass, Only I could see of its eternal mass: Of the wind sparkling with gold, As if a story unfold- Of my fan..

They Call Me Rebel

A Poem by Hannah Paige

They call me rebel And the cigarette slides between my lips as I tell them to f**k off I am no rebel I am a victim Of a lost rebellion..

The Whirlpool

A Poem by ShameemAkhtar

I fell in love Once When I was still young And strong I fell in a whirlpool In a whirlpool I fell My heart got distraught My brains went on hol..

Masquerade

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Hiding our faces, we choose who we are; living the lies, stricken so far. We know not of what is to come- a lowly burn from a shallow numb.

As the Crows Gathered

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Surrounded by bodies of murder the flocking and squawk arose. Score of many rows on girder feast of death drew the crows.

Imaginary -Prologue-

A Chapter by Adam M. Snow

Imagine you’re this woman who was living an ordinary life. Always caring, never hurt anyone in your lifetime. One day while you lie asleep in yo..

Imaginary -Chapter 1-

A Chapter by Adam M. Snow

Imagine you’re this woman who was living an ordinary life. Always caring, never hurt anyone in your lifetime. One day while you lie asleep in yo..

My Lady Who Cries the Night Away

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

My lady who cries the night away dost thou not know another way? Be ye still afraid of thy dream 'Tis varied by the Dream.

Matthew.

A Poem by Matt

My thoughts are caught in a haze.Friends don't see it, The parents think its just a phaze.I'm having-a-lil trouble~walking straight.We are drops in a ..

Milady Amaranth

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Milady Amaranth, who hides thy face so dear; such beauty shrouds such mystery- be it only by fear, fear of thy morning glory. But it not be a dream to..

The Coming King

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

I see a light shone blinded caressed the sky. Thousands have vanished and fear reigns supreme. Millions wander aimlessly, confusion coating the span o..