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I humbly invite you to take a step into my confuse..A Story by CuriouslyrecordingmylifeTital says it all really. |
I sit here...A Chapter by Amelia MaySometimes you feel like a shell and are hollow inside. |
I Was Told Pain FadesA Poem by erlanceI was told pain fades, but my scars won’t leave me. Nothing hurts more than the ashes in the sky, making me whole.I was told hope dies last, b.. |
We Grew Apart In SilenceA Poem by erlanceWe grew apart in silenceAnd let life deal the handThat would eventually murderWhatever life we had.We hoped and prayed each eveningThat the past would.. |
I don't Have a FatherA Poem by erlanceI don't have a father.He is not dead. He is very well alive. I have his number, his address, and I can talk to him at any moment.He did not completely.. |
Behind The MoonsightA Story by skylerA couple goes skinny dipping. Ones hit his head. The other suffers. Maybe this is why you should wait till marriage. ITS NOT EROTIC THIS IS JUST WRITT.. |
It Hurts.A Poem by erlanceIt hurts.I know it does.But if you ask me where the painis coming from, I'll say I have no idea.And I will be spekaing the truth.You see, I don't reme.. |
SadnessA Poem by erlanceSadnessIs nota woundthat needs healing.Sadness is the stitchesthat tie you back together: Painfulwhen the needle pierces your skin,but necessaryto ma.. |
The Carcass She WasA Poem by Dominik D. RitesNot for the faint of heart I suppose but sad af. |
I AM (K)OROTA Poem by Seth ElkinsI AM (K)OROT is a kind of genre blurring, dark, stream-of-consciousness poem, meant to be interpreted on multiple levels. |
AlanA Story by isabella.ansA man has to give up his biggest passion, dream, and motivation. |
Melancholic ExcursionA Poem by ProktosVent poetry I wrote. |
3:07A Book by brendersonIt's 3:07 and I see Frank for the first time. It's 3:07 and he's asking me to be his girlfriend. It's 3:07 and he's telling me we're going to be toget.. |
Intro.A Chapter by brendersonIntro“3:07. The time was 3:07 pm. The day was May 21, 2014. Is it weird that I remember that? Mom says she thinks so. I can’t exactly help.. |
MirrorA Story by A.lesaneEvery morning is the usual. The same routine all the time. I go to the bathroom and get ready to start my dreadful day. But today… no.. |
Dreaming, dreamingA Poem by Anorien IsilmeA cynical view of the world. |
The Long Shadows of Late AfternoonA Poem by didoskiDark and lonely description of my everyday watching my father battle brain cancer. |
The Devil Lives at HomeA Poem by didoskiup for interpritation |