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White Waits

White Waits

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Rather than put myself in the sky which is socomplete with blue and clouds, I make a spacein a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains.All ni..
Where is my soul

Where is my soul

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


What is a soul? It's like electricity - we don't really know what it is, but it's a force that can light a room. Ray Charles
Curvature in my head

Curvature in my head

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves. Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
THE HANGING

THE HANGING

A Story by Marie


THe last hanging to take place in Lyburn County...
Multiple Personality Disorder

Multiple Personality Disorder

A Poem by Emily


My anxiety is through the roof
The Talking Gun

The Talking Gun

A Poem by Emily


Just shoot!
Just Thinking

Just Thinking

A Poem by PoeticFury


... wondering
Restless

Restless

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. Charlotte Bronte
On the waves

On the waves

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end. William Shakespeare
The Helmet Cat Rap

The Helmet Cat Rap

A Poem by Michael Perry


This dapper cat is called Helmet Cat,Got a meaty buddy called Helmet MacWe drink milk from the bathroom tapStay away from the cats that's blackDibs on..
What You Did

What You Did

A Poem by Emily


Because of your dumb mistake
Stuck In The Rewind

Stuck In The Rewind

A Poem by Anna


Stuck in this skin-though the sun is burning-the flame is swallowing-and an old attitude rises again.I don't want to leave-though the tide is pulling-..
Confession: The Psychotic Voice

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..
Limbs

Limbs

A Poem by Owen Lewis


This is the first haiku I ever wrote (not including anything I did in English at school because who can remember that far back anyway?)
Voices

Voices

A Poem by Simply_Stylish


A collation of thoughts.
TRANSLATIONS#5 - The Spider's Head

TRANSLATIONS#5 - The Spider's Head

A Story by Denis Vodyakhin


All of us have a bad but favorite habit. My friend, for instance, likes collecting insects. Yup! Inside finished mayo jars. Another friend of mine lik..