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Will You Be My Valentine?
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
Not going to win me any awards, but sometimes we need to be silly.
you will continue to break [my heart]
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
you will continue to break my heart. in the morning (when i wake) and in the evening when i take off my pretty dress. -the lack of your care..
A Closer Walk With Grandpa
A Story by
Kara Emily Krantz
If life consisted of one long walk with my grandpa… I would never tire of living. *This story involves Absolute Ridiculousness.* The othe..
the loss of poetry in our lives and other seemingl..
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
So much of my life has been spent hurting. From the words spat through bitter lips, and hands that stung against my skin. I hurt as a child. An..
the is-ness of it all
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
There is something here. Here within this ever-present moment. Here in the space -between- our heartbeats. The very is-ness of the present ..
it\'s in the air
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
when i told you i loved you i meant it from the bottom of this aching of my breaking heart. when i whispered in your ear secret, hidden des..
standing here, breathing
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
I came here to reminisce about the cool crisp way the leaves fall and the delicate way the wind calls my name. I came here to rearrange the p..
he\\\'s passing through my heart / stealing all my..
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
"please don't go," i whisper into the curves of his lips. [clutching his fingers to my chest] i smile, lest he notice the trembling tear..
concerning the dual representation of symbolic rel..
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
31 hours have passed and somehow I'm still breathing. waiting for the breakdown but perhaps it won't come. perhaps i'll swallow this pill without ques..
delirium
A Poem by
Kara Emily Krantz
when the nightsongs drift to me over balmy tropic winds i breathe in deeply of music and exhale the sweet, salty measures of time. you once tou..
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