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Everything is Art

Everything is Art

A Poem by Mpotavin


The 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 TWO

CHAPTER TWO

A Chapter by Alexanne Dauntless


CHAPTER 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 Money

Merry Christmas, Give Us Your Money

A Poem by Mpotavin


Heroes 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 hope

One hope

A Poem by Mpotavin


I 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 Night

Summers Night

A Poem by Jessica L Auster


It 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 Spirit

Lost Spirit

A Poem by intangible_soul


Don'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 THREE

CHAPTER THREE

A Chapter by Alexanne Dauntless


CHAPTER 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 Man�s Memory

Old Man�s Memory

A Poem by intangible_soul


I 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 Winter

The Death Of Winter

A Poem by intangible_soul


The 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..
 Sorcerer

Sorcerer

A Poem by intangible_soul


Master 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...

Mad Dogs and Englishmen...

A Story by Sean M. Palfrey


An 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 Lies

Who Are You, My God That Lies

A Poem by Brandon Taylor-Black


Meh...I was having a rant...
Ocean

Ocean

A Poem by Jessica L Auster


Let’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 Crypt

The Crypt

A Poem by Lanaia Lee


Bone chilling horror, no blood and gore
Love her like you said you would

Love her like you said you would

A Poem by Jessica L Auster


Love 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 Journals

The Whiskey Journals

A Story by Mackenzie R. Friday


The 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 Stage

The Stage

A Poem by Zelda


The 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..
Image

Image

A Poem by Mackenzie R. Friday


Internalized 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 Thought

Just a Thought

A Poem by Mackenzie R. Friday


I 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 ..

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