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That's TrueA Poem by JackieI'm addicted, that's true. Addicted to you. I'm a sick head that's true. I'm conflicted too |
SilenceA Story by justwritingstuffSilence I can hear the sound of a clock, though my eyes can’t place it. The steady rhythm of the tick.. |
My Dance JourneyA Story by Kathrin SA 500-word piece, possibly to be published in a book. Please help to edit it -- review swaps welcome! |
ImpressionA Poem by JackieI asked if my daughter could be a part of me my moms marriage so didn't respond. So Ive callwd and texted and dates and she has not responded back. |
Feeding the cat.A Poem by openmindI'm vegan, and in a moment of feeding my cat pieces of chicken, feeling conflicted, I found inspiration to write this. |
My faultA Poem by JackieJust a temporary feeling I had at the time. Those moments you feel like s**t for something stupid. But it never lasts. |
Don't StopA Poem by JackieThis ones a but contradictory all considering the next one I am about to post..hope sounds good though..:-) |
A Letter to the EditorA Story by Kat WentzellDear Editor, As a member of ESWA (Eastern Service Workers Association), I am often in the AtlanticCity area providing assistance to underprivileged .. |
13A Poem by DeadaisycatGood friends are really important, I found out. |
No ConditionA Poem by JackieYou are not transparent |
My American DreamA Poem by KamikazeCatWe all have our perfect life. Here's a glimpse at mine. |
Conditioned IntroversionA Poem by NowhereManThis is a simple expression of something in my own life... nothing particularly relatable. |
The Final BattleA Story by Britt WorthI am dressed in pink with my hair wavy and my make-up fixed up but the tears are dissolving all of it. The darkness has gripped my heart again and I k.. |
Call Me HomeA Story by Britt WorthI told myself that it would get better; that he loved me; that the good outweighed the bad inside of him. Going up to his door, I prayed that today .. |
In The MomentA Story by Britt WorthExposed.Contaminated.Filthy.I can’t get my skin to stop crawling from the touch of your hands.Hide.I must hide away from the view of the world b.. |
I hate myself.A Story by aliciaNot much of a story, but just me being honest with myself at 11 at night. |
Death of a LoverA Poem by BarbaraA poem of loss, death and love. |