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Everything is ArtA Poem by MpotavinThe red spot on white canvas evokes a bitter bile taste. I look to God, up on the second floor, Are you kidding? Disassembling this broken pocket watch that replays the same second tick back t.. |
CHAPTER TWOA Chapter by Alexanne DauntlessCHAPTER 2 Siaran walked through the forest, exploring different trees. He was looking for a good, solid—his eyes fell on a massive oak tree, standing in the middle of a small clearing.. |
Merry Christmas, Give Us Your MoneyA Poem by MpotavinHeroes fall under crumpled pages hidden behind the glamorous, deified and the inevitable holiday advertisement. Full of green plastic men boys really A bag for 99 cents and a note, Do .. |
One hopeA Poem by MpotavinI hope my words will sting you. A needle for the junkies and we still live like monkies throwing our s**t around bound to this systematic synthetic gimme gimme sacrifice. I hear its said, &l.. |
Summers NightA Poem by Jessica L AusterIt was among one of those beautiful nights, you and me. We looked up at the clear night sky, Everything was still. We talked for hours amid the thick-blanket heat of summer. Although it was .. |
Lost SpiritA Poem by intangible_soulDon't utter my name. Don't call to me in my dreams as I sleep. Leave your wretched, tangled fingers to twist and gnarl the hair of the dogs you sleep with. I am more of a nightmare to you .. |
CHAPTER THREEA Chapter by Alexanne DauntlessCHAPTER THREE “Well, this is fun!” Chad panted as he ran his fifth mile. “Yeah, I never knew we’d have to kill ourselves. We signed on more as techno geeks, with possibl.. |
Old Mans MemoryA Poem by intangible_soulI wrote this one a very long time ago about an old man who I became acquainted with. It's cadence and rhyme are extremely corney, but so be it. |
The Death Of WinterA Poem by intangible_soulThe death of winter tears at my soul, ripping clean through flesh and bone, revealing the horrors of my battered spirit. The beauty and patience of spring is gone, and now I weep. I am scar.. |
SorcererA Poem by intangible_soulMaster of ghosts and dreams, You consume me. A sorcerer of passion and pain, You are, which you weave, Invading my soul, transforming my will. You seduce with blood and lust. Luscious lips and .. |
Mad Dogs and Englishmen...A Story by Sean M. PalfreyAn Ex-patriot living in 1930's Alexandria is contacted by an old friend and meets his new Italian wife Cristina. |
Who Are You, My God That LiesA Poem by Brandon Taylor-BlackMeh...I was having a rant... |
OceanA Poem by Jessica L AusterLet’s sit on the beach. Warm sand in between our toes. The cool ocean waves playing the melody of the earth. Blue, green, white. So pure, so gentle. Soothing. Filled with wonder and imaginatio.. |
The CryptA Poem by Lanaia LeeBone chilling horror, no blood and gore |
Love her like you said you wouldA Poem by Jessica L AusterLove her like you said you would. Poor sixteen year old boy, Can't choose between lust and love. Caught in a triangle, Wants love, But needs lust. Love has something that the lust doesn'.. |
The Whiskey JournalsA Story by Mackenzie R. FridayThe Whiskey Journals - Pages from the edge of a young mind struggling with the complication of complacency. 8/14/06 "BYOB, Cause the Booze is Free" My brain is the eternal wh.. |
The StageA Poem by ZeldaThe scenery is painted The props are lying by The hands all know their places The actors all know their lines The stage is set People filter in Programs are bought Seats are found Conversati.. |
It's just meA Book by The-big-L |
ImageA Poem by Mackenzie R. FridayInternalized iconoclastic bipedal being of thought… Starving, in need of food for thought, in need… Peacefully overriding evil emotions in motion… Blighted views of the blott.. |
Just a ThoughtA Poem by Mackenzie R. FridayI never see her face, only her wake. She would not be dreamt about, but would be the dream I wish I had. My Dream: The state of matter in which a substance exhibits a characteristic readiness .. |