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The Fine Mingling

The Fine Mingling

A Story by mulderigj


A short novella I finished as my thesis. Please read and comment! I appreciate blunt honesty! Thank you!
Untitled Poem

Untitled Poem

A Poem by JenLyn


Mind flying Eyes crying Heart dying Insanity has captured me. Lungs not breathing Soul is seething Words have no meaning ..
Been a long time...

Been a long time...

A Story by JenLyn


This was for a writing exercise...
Dying of a Rose

Dying of a Rose

A Poem by Gypsy Dreamer


Feeling what is to come concerning life as we know it; comparing life to the beautiful rose as it dies.
Love Letter to Death

Love Letter to Death

A Poem by Lucia Morgan


Unsuccessful black bird,You are a dead man's coat,Black coal in a fire's hearth,Marking time with your residue.You are all men's fear and regret,Their..
Paper Gods

Paper Gods

A Poem by Violetta Alexis


Today, I created a world for you.
Ophelia

Ophelia

A Poem by nightmask


What went through Ophelia's head from hamlet when she was drowning
Faithful Hour

Faithful Hour

A Poem by P.H. Carver


In my dying breath, I sing out to you, Grant me this my freedom, All for you. Grant me this oh Lord in my hour of need, So that I may be faithf..
Asylum's Song

Asylum's Song

A Poem by Broken Like An Angel


Hallucinations, the voices only you hear. The white painted walls you hold so dear. The figures in white, say you’re just okay. The e..
A Hopeless Romantic

A Hopeless Romantic

A Poem by Ebits


Being a vampire could involve a lot less eternal love than one might speculate...
A Rhymer for Chad

A Rhymer for Chad

A Poem by Colette


(so he's not alone in feeling insignificant)
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..
Winter

Winter

A Poem by Lucia Morgan


Like you,The Winter worries me.The trampled meadows,And withered blossoms of yellow spring,Whisper to me:Melancholy.I want to sit by the fireAnd hold ..
It's time

It's time

A Poem by


Sometimes we hang on to someone who has passed on or is dying and it is just time to let them go.