Tags : surviving

Acrylic

Acrylic

A Poem by Arly Parent


Hey, I'm jotting down more prose again! What?!
Surviving

Surviving

A Poem by Wynter Page


I'm floatingsomewherein some forgottenmemory.Stretched acrosstime.Can't openmy eyes,I'm fine,I'm fine.I'm living throughall this mess.
autumn part 4

autumn part 4

A Chapter by David Ung


I rolled my eyes and asked her to leave, but she kept on hassling me."Get out! Before I kick you out myself!""This isn't your room! You, get out!" She..
Good Morning, Sunshine

Good Morning, Sunshine

A Story by PJ Acker


This short piece began as I huddled together with husband, neighbor and brother-in-law (the two cats escaped back into the house) during on of our las..
TOMORROW/TODAY

TOMORROW/TODAY

A Poem by janxedge


song I'd love to record one day
Dangerous Companion

Dangerous Companion

A Poem by Mary


I wrote this poem after my last chemo treatment for breast cancer in 2003. This is my personal journey with cancer, finding the lump, surgery, chemo,..
Bench Tending

Bench Tending

A Poem by Odin Roark


Recalling the genesis for an “Echosis” character, Tito, I thought I’d share some of the Central Park observations I used. (Image by ..
Vagabond Blues

Vagabond Blues

A Poem by Colette


I wander like a gypsy, but there's a love that follows me.
As a Child

As a Child

A Poem by stephsand14


As a child, I was close to drowning. As a child, a car almost hit me. Life was against me; Death didn’t want me. They might have ..
How it was.

How it was.

A Poem by Hannah Morgan


Hopefully a subtle descriptive poem of a horrendous personal experience.
unsafe

unsafe

A Poem by H


the streets at night are unsafe they whisper in the place
Survival Games

Survival Games

A Poem by Wonderful Letdown


After affects of a trauma, and trying to come to terms/cope with it.
The Dying Family.

The Dying Family.

A Poem by Estraya


A surviving family member is sad that everyone who is close to her is dying.
Slamming Doors

Slamming Doors

A Poem by James


She didn't have to tell me her story, the bruises on her face and the hopelessness in her eye's told me all I needed.
Morbus

Morbus

A Story by Jesse_Millard


Little by a little a city is being eaten away by a sickness. As the city and its inhabitants look inward, so does our narrator.
Living

Living

A Poem by Grey Evanescent


I was at a subwaywithout a phoneor any distractions.I looked aroundand noticed howgray our lives are.Waking up just to go to school or a jobthen sleep..