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We are HomeA Story by Brittany BosticTwo soldiers in love and a price to pay for their Great Country. Enjoy this short story! |
I'm a writerA Poem by ThisismythearpyI kept saying I was not, but I guess I am. |
Writing a bookA Poem by ThisismythearpyA poem about when I decided to put together a book. |
Baby-GauntsA Story by Fraser CurrieFor the most part, Charles Glover was like other babies, in the sense that he entered the world in a deafening fit of fearful screaming, covered in gu.. |
All the girls who loved you were right all along.A Poem by WoolSocksWords about words |
I have power and I love itA Story by AnormaldogA short story about how you can decide the fate of those around, from insects to people. It's always fun to do so. Any suggestions are appreciated. |
SaorsaA Poem by Yeti//R.E.StrayerTribute to the band that has saved me over and over again. |
I canA Poem by Yeti//R.E.Strayeryou told me onceinside layers of milky sheetswith your hand grazing up my thigh that i cannot i cannot writei cannot talki cannot painti cannot loveI .. |
3AMA Poem by Rain W. ShineIt's 3am.And so the Rain randomly writes...Ya' know;I used to call it lonely.But you know what?This is where I got to know me...This is the "ME"Who ta.. |
The Perennial Journey By Mamta SehgalA Book by RubricMy book ‘The Perennial Journey’ is a compilation of some of Mamta's articles written over the span of 3 years. |
CharacterA Poem by LaineyI claw at the man-made walls of my prison,My soul searching for a form of release...but finding none.I see the world through windows of the soul that .. |
Anatomy Of WordplayA Poem by DAHWords have bones ... |
Sadder Than AnythingA Poem by DAHblue feelings are colorful ... |
Fragile: Handle with CareA Poem by dillonjensenYou can order my book at https://www.amazon.com/Fragile-Handle-Dillon-L-Jensen/dp/0692940731/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1510345667&sr=8-9&keywords=fragile.. |
HomeA Poem by Brittany BosticI want my cold front steps,covered in a thick layer of white, fluffy snow.I want to get the wrong coffee flavor from the women who doesn't speak engli.. |
The Quicksand That Saved UsA Poem by Ravyn-Brielle WhitakerI tend to torture my self dreaming of us.Find myself sighing remembering the nights we spent wallowing in the sorrows we had in common.We were so hope.. |