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I used to love the nightA Poem by JohannaThose long nights we all experience once in a while.. |
To C------ -------A Poem by Mario ClaiborneA sonnet both discussing and expressing the struggle of reticence in the undertaking of love. |
Ocean of starsA Story by S.F. WeasLChapter 1: "The Place they go to die" |
Scared to Fall AgainA Poem by Zoe TaschereauMy very first poem |
I Don't Know What to Call This!!!A Book by TandomThis is just about some boy who works a night shift for a science company. Mystery, strangeness and I don't know... |
The FindA Chapter by Tandom“Do you think it is here?” The young man was holding a pickaxe. A wall of rock stood around him. “Yes. The writings say it could o.. |
Who Am I???A Chapter by TandomThis music seems to calm me down after school. The night sky above seems starless like the daylight sky, only darker. Did that joke not make sense t.. |
To The Girl Who Loves Him NextA Poem by Caroline Blairexplanation kills the art |
The First Day BeginsA Chapter by TandomI didn’t go to sleep last night until 5:00 AM! I brought Eve home at 11:00 PM after we watched a movie based on a fantasy video game. They tra.. |
The neighbor that visits only once in a while:A Poem by justdandyIts the cold that makes me feel things. |
The First PartA Poem by Caroline Blairexplanation kills the art |
Back from Where???A Chapter by TandomThe parking lot for the facility was basically empty now. Usually I can never get anywhere to park because the scientists are still at work. My truc.. |
To All The Little ChildrenA Poem by DaydreamerLoving you has been my greatest gift. |
We, Who Are About To Die, Salute YouA Story by Thomas BurbankDeath is when immortality begins. Or, at least, that’s what they say. Staring down from their lavish thrones of greed and arrogance. Noble on.. |
Why Poems Have to RhymeA Poem by Thomas BurbankI wouldn’t give the time of dayTo poems that don’t rhymeDisgusting me in every wayI think they waste my timeI find no fun in reading works.. |
October Rain.A Poem by =The moments, precious,And yet so few,Those perfect hours,So honest and true.Yet the timing isn't right,Though my thoughts disagree,A mind so perfect,Y.. |