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EmptyA Poem by Gaia OctaviaThe wind is allthat holds me now,its ragged breathall I allowMy world, collapsedwithin four walls,no need to walkthese hollow hallsLike a lanternonce .. |
AftertasteA Poem by Frank CoffeyMy first attempt at poetry |
The Purest SolitudeA Story by Charmi CarmicatThey’ve got me working graveyard again. They know no one ever comes in during these tired hours. They know very well, for that matter, that .. |
#4 'Goodbye, and Good luck.A Chapter by Christina LoukaTo Dimtris. |
Hearts of the PathA Poem by Brett HernanThis the second draft. |
Hearts of the PathA Poem by Brett HernanFirst draft. |
Remember WhenA Story by Salem GrayA massacre changes the outlook of a group of teens--as they face the most certain aspect of humanity: death |
Arboretum 1A Poem by Daniel CarlinSomewhat self-reflective piece about the person we try to make ourselves so society will accept us, but then meeting someone who makes you feel like t.. |
Diary of a Moribund ChemistA Book by Cahjli Symes |
lonelinessA Poem by Amrit Evan Guptaabsolutely stock |
3:09 PMA Story by Cassick DameMy watch stopped at 3:09 PM, Eastern Standard Time. It had been three days since the world had ended in a deadly fire, washing the world away, flushin.. |
Unknown.5A Poem by Mranonymous1I wanted you to tell me it was all alright,That I could build a family' That we could carry the light,I pleaded with my soul of insanity that I wont d.. |
IsolationA Poem by AnnaIn this black expanse I hear your voices; I hear my nameSeldom do you breathe between the wounds you inflict.Out there, you grew yourself into the sof.. |
Diagnosed ChildA Poem by Hell in a Hip FlaskDiagnosed Child ‘Well what’s the point of taking him, he’ll just be on his iPod for the whole thing’ ‘Can you.. |
Troubles are everywhereA Poem by cocktail of bluesIn the dark alley that you've avoided,There's some crack addict suffered of loss.In a room of my neighbour next door.There are cries that couldn't pas.. |
Frozen in his imageA Poem by Ling WawaHe never had a way with wordsCouldn't warm people's hearths with a wry smile and flick of the tongueHe in fact often had an awkwardness that made my s.. |
He's sickA Poem by Ling WawaHe's sickAnd I'm a selfish bitchFor thinking my time is my ownBut pray argue with the thing that demands I give it all my minutesThat I must confine t.. |