Tags : late

the box

the box

A Poem by yliana


It is easy to think outside the box. it is what the box is surrounded by that is difficult to escape.
waiting alone

waiting alone

A Poem by yliana


Cold and windy the beginning of the season I stand without a jacket Alone waiting for my ride I look around and I see her clinging onto him f..
someday

someday

A Poem by yliana


Someday you will be just a memory a fling from the past a page from the previous chapter A scar on the heart instead of an opened wound Someday ..
mutual replacements

mutual replacements

A Poem by yliana


For all the people who have left, friends, family, all.
Sin within the lost, or never found

Sin within the lost, or never found

A Poem by Crystal Autumn


Worthless and hopeless vent.
The Train That Was Late

The Train That Was Late

A Story by groisht


What happens when a train filled with clocks is late.
Be careful when a stranger asks for directions......

Be careful when a stranger asks for directions......

A Story by Joe_VILOT_


A stranger stops a man driving a car on a highway
Animus Prologue

Animus Prologue

A Story by Tangled Wonderland


The prologue to a new story!
Unheard.

Unheard.

A Poem by Charley Cee


The poem is almost like a short snippet of when I broke up with my then partner of 3 years. Not all of it is true to the story but I found that it fit..
Why

Why

A Poem by Nikki


Late night thoughts to not be taken too seriously.
2:30 am

2:30 am

A Poem by girondin


The world is dark at 2:30 am.
Where's the off switch?

Where's the off switch?

A Poem by Kels


Just some late night thoughts that turned into this...
Star Crossed Lovers

Star Crossed Lovers

A Story by Bernadette


This is one of my midnight ramblings. I wrote it late at night and it's something that I have been contemplating for some time.
Love too late

Love too late

A Poem by SweetT


At the top of their lungs both screamingall while moonlight is still beamingfully drenched, their bodies are gleamingand their hearts can take no more..
Numbers

Numbers

A Poem by Emily


What are numbers really for?
It's Too Late Now

It's Too Late Now

A Poem by Jack, The Writer


I wrote this in my English class towards the end of my senior year in high school. It's about a pretty girl I never noticed who I never got to talk to..