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My Time Had Come

My Time Had Come

A Poem by JBradley


The story of an old man and his end.
Tick Tock

Tick Tock

A Story by Anna


Something ancient and beautiful; which tries to defend itself from the dust of the outside world. To stay closed off from the changing, swirling tide ..
Old And Loney

Old And Loney

A Poem by Laney


Just how some people may feel in their daily lives I am not basing this on myself though, purely made up
The Trapped

The Trapped

A Story by tricia


The helplessness of being trapped in a body that doesn't obey
The Lullaby From Before

The Lullaby From Before

A Poem by Anna


The wind blew by in Southern blues I'd heard somewhere before,rolling with a memory that heaved breaths in an Alaskan winter.A soft light crept into m..
Old Dusty Dresses

Old Dusty Dresses

A Poem by Sarah J Dhue


A poem I wrote in my poetry class today, I really liked it.
A Street Lined With Text

A Street Lined With Text

A Poem by Spencer Barker


From the children's stray,it is from whence they play.But now encompassing night makes a pass,in those who wonder for when it shall last.Houses illumi..
Lull Me In Lavender

Lull Me In Lavender

A Poem by Anna


A white quartz crystalburied in ocean wavesand a little glass rose.I looked into sunsetsall for pieces of goldand found silver.But beasts; oh beasts!H..
Old Abandoned House

Old Abandoned House

A Poem by Dillon Johnson


Drug addiction. All that needs to be said.
A Cup of Tea...

A Cup of Tea...

A Poem by Dani-ips


Years ago on the lane walked, I would have my book in my lawn, And glad at this lady from over the fence, Who’d sit and wait under ..
Ending part one.

Ending part one.

A Poem by Joe Palmer


The first installment of a reserve-chronological spoken word.
XVII

XVII

A Poem by Arthour Lewis


A poem about love
The old one

The old one

A Story by stories from xx


Based on my experience when visiting a nursing home
Grey eyes

Grey eyes

A Poem by Tamika


Grey eyes. Hidden behind is a life of eighty nine years long. Grey eyes. They speak, for her tone is now gone. Grey eyes. They tell the s..
I fear

I fear

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. H. P. Lovecraft