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I Want a SaviorA Chapter by Carrie ManorExcerpt: Demons run into his soul, His wrists are scarred over. No one’s there to see him.." |
GrittyA Poem by KayI hold your words in the palm of my hand,So ground up and gritty they feel like sand.Maybe like salt, Stinging.You flog my painful soresas you liken m.. |
A TEENAGER’S LAMENTA Poem by COLLYMOREThe concerns of knowing that one is a teenager; not a kid and not yet an adult. |
MadnessA Poem by KayPaint the sky with your dreams,Tear reality at the seams.Make malicious moments grand,Instead of sitting, take a stand.Don't let the winter weather wi.. |
Elapse in MemoryA Poem by Justin LittlefieldCherish your youth, and cherish the present for in an instant it will perish and 'now' becomes 'the past' |
Loves BenedictionA Poem by ShaddessWhen the Heart is Weakest |
i watched, i did, i sank.A Poem by Jasmine WalkerThis is a poem describing the changes and trials i have experienced recently. It is very personal to me. |
The Girl in the WindowA Story by Kelso A. NicholsonA short piece about the consuming thoughts of a young girl stuck inside her head. |
Young ForeverA Poem by LeeAnne ElizabethNot sure how I got hereNot sure where you came fromBut somehow the line was crossedBetween what’s said and doneNever heard this story beforeLong.. |
Sister MomA Story by indiepenjenA young girl copes with an emotionally disconnected and overly religious mother. |
The Dying Colors of the FallA Poem by Johannes NelsonA poem about the passage of youth. |
POOR MAN'S MONROE.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH AND WOMAN AND THE MARILYN MON ROE LOOK ALIKE IN 1963. |
Zombie HighA Book by frakkevinBrand Jefferson, like many, knew High School was a scary place: Teachers, Homework, Jocks, Cheerleaders, Peer Pressure,many of the horrors of these es.. |
Polaris or Truth as Once We Knew ItA Poem by Johannes NelsonWhere are you sweet Polaris,Who of late so constant turnedWith all my nights?Have I your grace not earnedAnd worthy homage paidTo all your sister ligh.. |
Guts (Original Poem)A Poem by Aerial PerezThere's no glory without pain or beauty without gutsEither way someone's spilling their heart out, hurt outAnd I'm tripping on the messShouldn't I loo.. |
JUST A DRILLING JOB.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH'S FIRST DAY AT A FACTORY JOB IN 1968 |
WaxworkA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe Waxworks of Nathaniel Trask Had an entrance that was grim, Beneath a couple of arches There were gargoyles, looking in. He&rsq.. |
LONG AGO TALK.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH AND OLD MEN IN AN OLD FOLK'S HOME IN 1969 |