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Pondering Machine

Pondering Machine

A Poem by ZeN


..thinking mechanism..
NewMewNewYouNewTuneNewYouNewMeW

NewMewNewYouNewTuneNewYouNewMeW

A Poem by Serp-Verda


No More Stories Are Told Today I'm Sorry They Washed Away No More Stories The World Is Grey I'm Tired Let's Wash Away
I Don't Know

I Don't Know

A Poem by EnternalNight


How love can make you miserable
Broken Love

Broken Love

A Poem by EnternalNight


just writing
All By Myself

All By Myself

A Poem by EnternalNight


The way I'm feeling
Loving Him

Loving Him

A Poem by EnternalNight


Just a Thought
Looking Around

Looking Around

A Poem by Thoctar


A poem about rethinking everything You thought You knew.
Green Eye's

Green Eye's

A Poem by ShaneBerry


Green Eye’s Your thin hand held in mine. I would hold you all time, Your soft skin, pale as snow. All of my feelings you know, I ..
Ride

Ride

A Poem by Lorraine


Noises erupt as the engine flares, past an aisle of endless scenery: of treetops parading by the window, of shapeless soil bathing in the..
Various Connected Instalments Beneath a Complex Sky.

Various Connected Instalments Beneath a Complex Sk..

A Story by Ken Simm.


A connected letter with some others.
What is it that is stopping you? Say it!

What is it that is stopping you? Say it!

A Story by writerkumar


Sometimes, we think a lot to say a few words to a person! Right?
The Clock

The Clock

A Poem by ~ Moonlight ~


Wondering of how there clocks Work........
A Breath of Fresh Air

A Breath of Fresh Air

A Poem by Taylor Williams


The irony is that he died as he began making changes to his life. Deciding to quit cigarettes is a very big step for a smoker and is usually the begin..
Ode to Rain

Ode to Rain

A Poem by Zoe Jay


A cityscape. A long, straight road. Seems endless. Identical. Evenly spaced pools of light Silence. Empty. Rain falls on noth..
pensando

pensando

A Poem by Larry Dyson


haiku written in spanish
Wandering

Wandering

A Poem by Desert Thorn


Wherever I go, whenever I go, I always end up in same place,not bright... not dark... just only without any embrace,a place of withered dreams, withou..
Hmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmm

A Poem by Don Shaw


The human mind is one of the last frontiers.Its limits are often self imposed. When free its beautiful.