Tags : quiet

Paths

Paths

A Poem by Michelle N. H.


I close my eyes And I am not alone He lives in my heart And so we meet Every day In a grassy field Beneath the sky Where snow..
The Unspoken Story

The Unspoken Story

A Story by Sandra Caskey


A book lies upon a desk, dust caked to it, a single hand print not upon it. Its spine is stiff and sturdy from not a single person reading it. And its..
Strawberry Zombie

Strawberry Zombie

A Poem by Jamie Starlight


This is for a friend :D.
Musings of an Introvert

Musings of an Introvert

A Poem by Noche


Maybe I've screwed up somewhereSurely others would careTo tell me if they've hadSome problem. I'd be glad --To talk and sit once moreIroning out thing..
Less

Less

A Poem by gabiaimee


True to my word
A Lost Bird

A Lost Bird

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


A dull sound has slapped the environment, quiet, That I was thoughtfully in, Thus I paid attention, Found, to my surprise, at the pane an..
Azure Soul

Azure Soul

A Book by Duodecim


A small collection of a few quiet musings.
The Weak Rebel's Plea

The Weak Rebel's Plea

A Chapter by Duodecim


A yearning.
Spirit of War

Spirit of War

A Chapter by Duodecim


A tragedy too often played out.
Don't Be Afraid

Don't Be Afraid

A Poem by Healing Star


This is about some things to do to find your Authentic Self.
Tri-Color

Tri-Color

A Chapter by Duodecim


A quick peek into the author's inner machinations.
I

I

A Poem by gabiaimee


I am
Self-Meditation

Self-Meditation

A Chapter by Duodecim


It never hurts to take a moment to relax.
Immortality

Immortality

A Chapter by Duodecim


One's form cannot last forever.
That Girl

That Girl

A Poem by gabiaimee


The importance of adjectives.
Look Down

Look Down

A Poem by gabiaimee


I look down.
Jack's Commitments

Jack's Commitments

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


These are Jack's commitments: to his bodyexercise, stretch, heal if possible and prepare for death.To his sons: love and respect and teach, learnto be..
Penetrating the Unknown

Penetrating the Unknown

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


While waiting but not watching for the sun to set, perhaps the bullfrogs are creating the shadows with their croaks, my friend screams out becau..