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Euphoria

Euphoria

A Poem by Brianna


If I've come to understand one thing about myself, it's this~ I've never chased after the crowds, and uninhibited people menace me. I don't romanticiz..
And I Shall Love You

And I Shall Love You

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers


And I Shall Love You I may never write an American novel, or win a Pulitzer prize. I may never see Paris in the spring or smell sweetly ..
Dark Citrus Candy

Dark Citrus Candy

A Poem by Isabel


Hazy euphoric visions.
Still We Fear

Still We Fear

A Poem by Verdant Cynic


Another almost-manic fever of feelings keeps me awake. Let me hide it in pretty words.
Iron Lung.

Iron Lung.

A Poem by Thinking Anonymously


Take me away to the forest of blue To the city of dreams Where they all come true. Pull me now from the sweet woody earth Drown me in air And de..
PLANNING AN ASSASSINATION

PLANNING AN ASSASSINATION

A Story by Peter Rogerson


An old man with long memories suddenly wants to put right the one thing his own father regretted omitting when Hitler passed him by...
Excitement

Excitement

A Chapter by Shy Joe


centrifugal forcearms out stretchedtingle of the fingersvision spins drunkheart poundinggravity drops the bodyyour thoughts lift my smilethy spirit em..
Superman

Superman

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers


"...the yin to my yang you are"
Everything I Knew About Togetherness Was Wrong

Everything I Knew About Togetherness Was Wrong

A Poem by Alexandria Miller


He tells me that my skin is soft and In a wave of autumn, I shiver. The window's open, My hearts astray, He hates the cold and I love the goosebu..
Euphoria

Euphoria

A Poem by Manali.Shah


The poem attached below is a recent re-creation of a traumatic experience of my life. The words attempt to emote the intensity of my feelings.
Like A Drug

Like A Drug

A Poem by SSKaitlyn


It's intoxicating...
The Starry Night

The Starry Night

A Poem by Half-alive astronaut


I’m walking on the streets. My shoes are writing my name on the surface of the road. This planet is dead, or at least i..
Waking Up

Waking Up

A Poem by Half-alive astronaut


I’m dancing with the devil slowly moving on a floor made of knives. Heart shaped hole in my chest is thirsty for lies. There are no wor..