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ThinkingA Poem by Adam LightI'm poking fun at myself more than I am celebrating myself. |
Start overA Poem by HeiligLeave the past behind. |
Don't Judge People, Just Love ThemA Chapter by Sameer JindalLife is a beautiful journey. We meet a lot of people in this journey, some becomes our beloved ones and some just remains fellow travellers. But on th.. |
Unheard Questions of a Sixteen Year-Old BoyA Poem by L.M. WeeksWho?What?Why?I am doomed to ask these questions, the questions in my mind.The questions never to be answered, no words to leave behind.Who?What?Why?Wh.. |
Amazement withinA Story by Kathy Van KurinAn essay on the meaning and reality of the Living God. The bible which is a book that many in the world have turned too and still are in this day. Jes.. |
Small.A Poem by Shae Elena-LouiseA thought kept and a letter sent. |
SatellitesA Poem by HairythoughtsSince the beginning of time and more so than ever today we define ourselves by the reactions of others to our identity. Many of us are dependent on pr.. |
Treat People WiselyA Chapter by Sameer JindalIts all about respecting. |
where's the trustA Poem by davidramos12344i'm looking for someone to trust and maybe love too |
Clockwork - 9/6/2017A Poem by Stormy WrightPeople rule the land. planting, building, destruction.We are always moving, every constructed street corner, to every embedded greenery.the streets of.. |
The TideA Poem by Sean J. DezseThe TideI look out and see peoplePeople that like to be peopleThe people that walk down the streetRazor blades under their feetSlabs of concrete thrus.. |
PerhapsA Poem by Adam LightMost of my poems are amateurish and cliche, and I'm tired of using the same style over and over again. This one was already done, though, so I'll pub.. |
Cold WeatherA Poem by DaydreamingI made her smile like Summer,So she could feel the Fall, When I left her in Winter.- I wonder if your smile is still that warm. |
The ForgettablesA Story by Sage EmberJust a story (kinda AUish) about people and our social hierarchies |
I can clean. I can drive.A Poem by Robert RonnowPlenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle Eastare resource wars, disguised as religious debates.So Dad would say.A beautiful winter day, hun.. |
Reading HeadsA Poem by gabiaimeeSome people read palms... |