Tags monologue
The TasteA Poem by LastMonthDeath is one of the most dominant factors in life. And every living creature struggles with it differently. A story not of redemption, but acceptenc.. |
White WallsA Chapter by Matthew HippsThe anxiety drips like wet paint on a canvas that wont dry. |
AnswerA Poem by Chloe Sidwella poem about speaking up- "She would not make her quiet a short coming but a chance to make her words mean something." |
SheA Poem by EmotionalBLACKmadeLove songs rise slowly at times: this is to be sung out of a well spring of true romance mixed with the knowledge that we leave ourselves open to the .. |
A world without insanity.A Story by Malareyou gotta read it to believe it. |
In just a smile.A Story by AlexithYmia9He was quiet. He had brown curled hair and brown deep eyes. He was curious. He was funny. He smelled good. He had a grey and black stripped jacket.. |
Are you happy?A Story by MalareI see you had a chance to read this and took it. I wont say its a good choice to make, mainly cause I'm not a complete douchebag who believes himself .. |
Dear DiaryA Story by Ivan RadnevLate night monologue with myself. Pretty much nothing said but it was my first... "open" attempt at writing. |
The Cocktail PartyA Poem by Tionge Rosalie JohnsonAs I sit here,champagne glass in hand, I ponder my love affair with money. A mix of pleasureand pain, its sed.. |
Remember me?A Poem by Andrea ChoongA monologue/slam poem to raise awareness of child abuse. |
Child's Best FriendA Poem by Andrea ChoongA poem to tell people to value imagination as it is important in our life. |
Living in 2016A Story by KieshaThis is just a short monologue about how I view the world this year. |
Sleep is a CanvasA Story by SylaenaallesRead, for tomorrow the opportunity may vanish. |
A reminder.A Story by tranquil_skyTo be having a hard life simply means that you are living. |
Dancing With MyselfA Story by JadeThe fear I feel when their eyes are on me, searching me, judging me. I don't want to be seen. |
Growing Old GracefullyA Stage Play by DdraperA monologue exploring an elderly woman, who has a joy and zest for life, however no constant person in her life to share it with. |
Morning MusingsA Story by MoperThe morning air feels stale as I walk through the rushing crowd on the way to school. Not only is it the air, but there are also less people in this c.. |