Writing

2 Jobs, 2 Kids, 2 Houses, 2 Hobbies

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Carrying a sleeping baby.Cleaning after a successful party.Camping beyond mountains more mountains.Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.Eat..

A Happy Satan

A Story by Nora

Just one of my thoughts about HAPPINESS

Attraction

A Story by sedulous_mind

How can two people become more closely connected or come together? It all has to do with attraction and appeal. But what if I can't find any man (no I..

Not a Flower, Moon, or the Sun

A Poem by alittledistraction

I don't compare you to a flower, the moon, or the sun Compared to them, I believe you are none.

the sun

A Poem by megan rivera

the sunyou were thesuni was the eartheverything revolved around youi revolved around youyou decided whether my day would be dark or brighti never had ..

The Park

A Poem by LlamaLord

This poem is about me and my journey to be happy. I am currently going through frequent delusions and I hear voices / have conversations with objects ..

Rolling Roxy

A Poem by The Things She Noted

Gliding down the freewayIn my little blue skatesRolling on downTo the cityTrying to keep upWith all the old broncosHorses in their own rightWheeling f..

Heated Housewife

A Poem by The Things She Noted

I put the ice cubes in the glassesAnd the salt in the salt shakersI cracked open the windowBut it barely budgedDrawn tight no one allowed inI took the..

Running River

A Poem by The Things She Noted

Down by the riverNo not that oneThe river near my old oak cabinThe rush of the waterThe brook that babbles on through all hours of the nightI try to a..

Lady Lonesome

A Poem by The Things She Noted

Life may just be dreadfully lonelyWith moments of communityThat leave me bitterAching for something greaterSomeone greaterThat I may not knowLife may ..

Tuscan Tirade

A Poem by The Things She Noted

Under the Tuscan sunDripping peachesWet and stickyFingers stuck to my pagesPaper cuts on summer daysBlood dripping down my fingerPeach fuzz painted re..

Coughing Cinnamon

A Poem by The Things She Noted

He’s sweet like cinnamonJust as bitterHard to swallowHold him in my mouthChoke him outThe dust of the barkToo heavy to float to the topSinking i..

Romanticizing Red

A Poem by The Things She Noted

Red eyesBut not romanticNot the showings of a sleep deprived womanWhat was she thinking aboutWhat kept her upRed from rubbingAnd pullingAnd wipingRed ..

Mourning Announcements

A Poem by The Things She Noted

First periodA busy dayWe file in like soldiersOn the teenage defenceTucked behind my deskPeeling at the paintSpeaker squeaksThen hissesRingsA low voic..