Writing

In your eyes

A Poem by The Standard Poet

Remembering what you have is important and time is something we can never relive.

The Moiety of My Halcyon Days

A Story by Mitra de Voss

The price of chasing ones' dreams can be very high, as the man who lost everything due to his supernatural fascination would be willing to testify. An..

lost sleeves

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

Just something in the notes on my phone. I am not a writer

Park Therapy

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

Like I said, I really can't write. This is just my therapy. Everything I post originates from the muddled lines of my notebook. It's all just a coping..

Forever was fast

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

Like I always say, I can't write. This is just a coping mechanism suggested to me. Everything is pulled un-edited from a muddled beat up notebook. Mos..

Hate the disease, not me.

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

Like I always say, I am not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me. Everything is pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I c..

If you can't run, drive.

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

Like I always say, I'm not a writer. These are things pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I carried when I ran away from home. Everything is u..

Five years

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

I'm not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me. everything is pulled from the muddled lines of my notebook from when I ran away.

Phone screen cracks

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

I'm not a real writer, this is just a coping mechanism. Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home.

Traumatized by love

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

Loving someone and being traumatized by them leaving and the bad things they did and didn't fix. Just another thing from a notebook

Her

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

My response when someone asked me why I haven't been able to move on

Parlor Tricks

A Poem by M. Nolan

There was no leaving, no going. No evidence that proved that being left alone was ever a choice.

An Old Lover’s Tale

A Poem by DM25

I sit to remember the days I spent with a girl I loved. I realize how much I miss her now, we could never get enough time with each other and I never..

Drifting

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

What someone told me to do when they drifted away, but it became the reason they did not stay.

"Mine"

A Poem by Thisismythearpy

They key to my shackles is on your lipsFree me with a returning kissI am sad and aloneLost my true homeI have healed my mindReady for another tryEven ..