Writing

Purposes Incomprehensible and Wonderful as These P..

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Imperfect world, purposeless person.I retired to pursue perfectionlearn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,read every inch of English literature,..

Meant to Be

A Poem by Skylah Ginette

The sky blushedBlazing red,As it kissed the nightGood-morning. The moon’s lips parted,Clandestine,As if to say,I love you. The sun smiled,Po..

The Melody of the Night, The Harmony of the Day

A Poem by IHC

Love?

Eclipse

A Poem by Kristen H

I was the day.My golden hair shining like rays of light,As we walked beside one another, hand in hand.My smile beaming,As you pulled me onto your lap ..

Get the Most Out of Life of Pi

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

To read or watch movies, that is the question.When tired at workday's end, depressed about death'scertainty and my recent surgeryunable to contribute ..

Working to Abandon Immortality

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Let us accept this painand some fearit will heighten autumn colorscrack of clean airblack crows in blue skylake.Rather than fight pain, fallingasleep ..

That tis a beautiful day

A Poem by hanselwheresgretel?

When the haze lifts and creation begins. Art is when perfect imagination is projected on the imperfections of existence.

Nothing

A Poem by Johanna

Coming back isn´t always simple.

Just A Child

A Poem by Emily

With a lot to learn

Old News

A Poem by Johanna

You got what you asked for You and I don´t talk anymore.

Reflection (revised and edited)

A Stage Play by John Elridge Medlin

A simple exercise to help a patient with his short term memory loss reveals more than anyone intended.

Daylight

A Poem by Ashley Arita

A description of me walking in the day.

SPLENDID DAY 1964

A Poem by Terry Collett

A BOY AND GIRL AT THE END OF A SPLENDID DAY IN 1964

Creation

A Poem by JackieYoung

As the night reaches down to hug the ground, the air trembles over the blushing earth. The salt flats sing softly under gentle skies. Ben..

Nevertheless

A Poem by Johanna

I thought I lost you the other day..

Confession: The Psychotic Voice

A Poem by Anna

Psychotic voice in my head,speaks of good and right and wrong.She, he, we, who knows but me,when the echoes end and it's gone.Psychotic voice in my he..