Tags : thought

Time and time again

Time and time again

A Story by ALaceWonder


Malory has always been guarded, so when sudden feelings appear towards the demon she works with, she struggles with how to deal with them.
Nothing

Nothing

A Story by Harley


You feel nothing. Sure, you’ve got that grimace carefully posed with your lips, and that grimy, sweaty expression that plainly says &ld..
life soup

life soup

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


more of a thought than a poem, but here ya go.
Remorse

Remorse

A Poem by M.King


{First attempt} Something that popped into my head.
The pace of time

The pace of time

A Poem by Betty


The steady pace of time is on occasions sublime;When the horror of life is all but a lie,When day to day ominous clouds mask the suns gentle ray ,When..
Defiance

Defiance

A Poem by Corky


Defiant thoughtsLie dying, they rotWhile still standing stillUnforgettably, are forgotStay quiet, not fearfulAs they fill your earfulBut please be so ..
Empty

Empty

A Story by Najimo


Really short story, no plot, just thoughts.
   The Foreign Rain.

The Foreign Rain.

A Poem by Betty


I pity those the sun frowns upon without pity,I tremor and shiver at just the thought of their misery,And of all the ill-fated, it is the desert my te..
To Live

To Live

A Poem by Betty


To hate, I must first recite the words of love,To ache, my flesh must first master the ways of comfortTo feel anger, I must first breath the air of pe..
VOID

VOID

A Poem by Betty


Neither is it the suffering, nor the hardship this field of battle beholds,Neither is it the sun, whose frown pity’s no earthly flesh,That makes..
Love Defined

Love Defined

A Poem by Betty


In colors vivid, either gloomy or bright,In red, violet, yellow, or even in blue,Has love been defined to not my heart, my soul but to my sight,And I ..
WHAT WILL THEN FOLLOW?

WHAT WILL THEN FOLLOW?

A Poem by Betty


Before came anger's leave, just yesterdayBefore its presence in me was no longer truth,Many a time did alter, the night to dayMany a time did alter, t..
Delight to see a harm to touch

Delight to see a harm to touch

A Poem by Betty


A tulip flower, seems in shape, in form,Lavender would be its color, if by yellow atwain wasn’t torn;Like petals on stems, does wreath on a wick..