Writing

This body, my body

A Poem by Morgan Nicole

so beautiful, the way I carry myselfthe way my thighs touch, the way my eyes lookin the mirror and see nothing more than pain, for beautybut pure beau..

Lucifer and Rosaria

A Book by Adelise Eclair

"No Good deed goes unpunished" When the heiress to the her family's legacy shows kindness to a lowly leper, fate unravels as the two are entangled by..

Memoir II

A Chapter by Adelise Eclair

Her affection

Things I think about to tone the sky

A Story by Twentythousandwatersunder..

Things I think about to the Sky This is a poem about the sky Moon Grass Balloons Oak trees Clown Gasses Hairbrush Letting people i..

Honey

A Poem by Emily

Because there are so many thingsto think about and wonder about.I don't quite understand any of them at all.The louder the voices in my he..

Evolutionary Neurology>

A Story by Steve L.

Delving into the mind, heart, and beyond...

Life cycle

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

I laugh, I love I hope, I try I hurt, I need I fear, I cry I think, I dream I praise, I merry I yearn, I scream I learn, I folly I pray, I..

Grey

A Poem by gabiaimee

I've never been a black or white sort of person, anyways.

Chaos

A Poem by Wynter Page

Shoot now, aim later. Idon't think beforeI act, beforeI take. Inever think beforeI hate. You'd think someone with so much knowledge would lear..

Thin Screen

A Poem by Eliott

Just a song

these eyes

A Story by DiMar4u

don't sleep in the past, it doesn't last. if you've got a song to sing, don't throw it away, let's have it today- itz the only way.

That's When I Know

A Poem by gabiaimee

So there's this guy....

Intrinsic vs. Extrinsic Senryu

A Poem by Steve L.

I vacillate between these often...

I Want My Previous You!

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Gone are the days when you Used to say “I love you” And I would feel the bubbles of happiness Inside my heart in utter th..

When you think

A Story by Cindy Rowe

When you think

I am Your Shadow

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

I am your shadow, yes I really am, Escape from me is never possible, Since my soul feels at home inside your soul’s realm, Ask ..

Sculpture to you.

A Poem by Jjhakimoto

I go outsideSmoke.Grab the remains of the cigaretteThrow them in my red pocketAnd walk back.Trying to make a sculptureWith that dustWhich means much.I..