Writing

I Wonder If You See Me

A Poem by caitlainmcguire

Four months.Four months since you've been gone,I'm still holding on.Holding on to you, to your memory,To hope, to my sanity,I wonder if you see me.So ..

The Clock Stops

A Poem by Anne Martin

I'm in a mood, and that's that.

Rocks and Feathers

A Poem by Laz K.

Time, the eternal ghost surrounds us Imperceptible, intangible, it moves Like a wind it rustles memories On the dry branches of my mi..

All That Remains

A Story by Con Campbell

This short story explores the regrets of an unnamed protagonist and his struggle to come to terms with the loss of his wife in a post apocalyptic worl..

Cold Hands

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

Sitting gripping onto things I cannot hold I wait for sun to warm my hands and shun the cold. The empty film and faded cups of all the nights we ..

Lightning: A Savage is Born

A Book by Stei

A Freshman girl's world is thrown upside down when her new powers brings evil out of the darkness.

Second Hand

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

The WatchbyMichael R. BurchMoonlight spillsdown vacant sills,illuminates an empty bed.Dreams lie in crates.One hand createswan silver circles, left un..

Observance

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

ObservancebyMichael R. BurchHere the hills are old and rollingcarefully in their old age;on the horizon youthful mountainsbathe themselves in windblow..

Loosing you

A Poem by JayKay

So this poem is from the last memory I have of my Grandma. She suffered dementia in the last years of her life. She always managed to recall who I was..

i'll talk to you later

A Story by Sierra

Childhood years are a cherished memory for all of us. Yet the innocence involved in our childhood lives sometimes affects us in ways that aren't perce..

The Shrinking Season

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

The Shrinking Seasonby Michael R. BurchWith every wearying yearthe weight of the winter growsand while the schoolgirl outgrowsher clothes,the widow di..

Practice Makes Perfect (for Eternity)

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Practice Makes Perfectby Michael R. BurchI have a talent for sleep;it’s one of my favorite things.Thus when I sleep, I sleep deep ...at least ti..

"Forever And A Day"

A Poem by Luissanto

Because it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all...

"Words Of A Tortured Soul"

A Poem by Luissanto

A writing about deep sadness...

Each Color a Scar (II)

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Each Color a Scarby Michael R. BurchWhat she left here,upon my cheek,is a tear.She did not speak,but her intentionwas clear,and I was meek,far too mee..

Each Color a Scar

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Each Color a Scarby Michael R. BurchWhat she left here,upon my cheek,is a tear.She did not speak,but her intentionwas clear,and I was meek,far too mee..