Tags introspection
[ The Machine ]A Poem by Garathe DenAn introspective piece. |
[ Nights Like This ]A Poem by Garathe DenAn introspective piece. |
meA Poem by Erik Ariesmirror in a tired eyei blink and lose the leadthe gaze i meet exhaustivelythe soul i cannot seefoggy windowtroubled seadrowningin myme |
Surface TensionA Poem by Erik Ariessurface tensionstifles mei needto take a breathmurk and mudi swallow theeinhalingto mydeath. |
LustA Poem by Erik Ariesever coldin burning lustand neveris it filledi becomea fetid gustof rageof hateunwilled |
He was oldA Story by Esteban MorfínHe was old. He felt like he had lived for too long. Time had not been kind on him. Not only had it taken away everyone around him, but also mercilessl.. |
How lucky I am!A Poem by Louisa ChanThis path This one-way path My feet have treaded A million steps Too fast Too hard Too late to know The end is close This path This lonel.. |
Reflections on loveA Story by C.S. WilliamsSome thoughts I wrote down when thinking over a crush I had for a woman I'll never truly know. |
DifferentA Story by Francis RosenfeldNever had fall been more beautiful, a symphony of warm colors, like a nature’s embrace, and it made her feel loved by a love higher than this wo.. |
IdentityA Poem by Shelly WisebergFinding your own identity when feeling stuck in sorrow looking for happiness |
IncessantA Poem by GlennThe noise buzzes around.A care can't be found.In my own worldThese thoughts unfurled.In my isolation,This desperation,Just wanting someone to care.Wan.. |
An IntrospectionA Poem by MiddhishaA deep thought |
A Conflict of Consciousness: A Tale of Two HandsA Story by Charlotte FloresThe story is about a conflicted right hand that holds the wedding ring, witnessing the heartbreak of its owner's failed relationship and contemplating.. |
About the SoulA Poem by Francis RosenfeldYour soul needs quiet to find itself. You'd be hustling and mumbling and counting your problems, stuck in forever nowhere with strangers |
Requiem Of A BlameA Poem by Man With No NameA perfect photo frame, brimmed full of empty peopleNeatly crammed amidst a slowly rotting mapleA colored requiem of what are now colorless livesEviden.. |