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Love in Bloom

Love in Bloom

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Love, a flower, forever blooms upon our Earth, Its fragrance borne aloft by a couple's birth, Love's petals gently open in the glowing hearts of two..
Home

Home

A Story by Buniheart


Home is were the river flows, Humming through the willows. Home is milkweed in your hair, With hemlock moss your pillows. Home, if only you could ..
R'n'B

R'n'B

A Chapter by Lowesy


So, first on my list is... R’n’B Now, I don’t have a problem with people having their different tastes in music, each to the..
Nocturnal Transgressions

Nocturnal Transgressions

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


My nocturnal transgressions upon the hour; I seek the truth, my lips are sour. I humble again, what is becoming, A nightly whimper my flesh succumb..
Night of Yore

Night of Yore

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Speak softly so my heart can hear, Of your voice and make it clear. I don't have time to bicker and sing, But o'er thy voice, a bell dost ring.
The Birth of Spring

The Birth of Spring

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


A birth of Spring brings flowers bloom, A beauty that reigns from nature's womb; Bringing forth a new day of yore; A beauty that reigns forevermore..
The Sunlight Daughter

The Sunlight Daughter

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


The single spring allotted her expires, Like the sun at dusk inspires; And though she knows not a reason, She awaits the sun by season.
Death of a Dreamer

Death of a Dreamer

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Woe is I that death dost follow. Is I to die by hands of sorrow.
My Mind is a White Canvas

My Mind is a White Canvas

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


The silence mellowed out the loudest noise conceived, And I wonder all that I've deceived. I dreamt all that I could dream up till now; My mind dra..
My Soon Forgotten Memory

My Soon Forgotten Memory

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Memories gone and left me astray, Alone without a thought, I wish it to stay. It's all I had in this once peaceful time; My memories and dreams, my..
The Wasted Youth

The Wasted Youth

A Poem by Tiffany Elise


We are the dead.We are the outspoken.We are the naive.We are the broken.We are the last,we are the ones left standing,we are in the middle,we are worl..
Childhood Innocence

Childhood Innocence

A Poem by Matt Fowler


We are all connected, in the purest of essences. The more you taunt it, the ethereal manifests. Splintery, rotten to the core, remember the oa..
Modern Boys

Modern Boys

A Book by L'Enfant Terrible


“I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.” ―Arthur Rimbaud. The story of Joseph and Lewis; the youth, the 60's, europe, the world, the ..
Part One: Moving. 1.

Part One: Moving. 1.

A Chapter by L'Enfant Terrible


"Shame on me well I had the beast you see and if he can take it I can take him home with me"
Silence

Silence

A Poem by Monica


Sadness over the loss of youth