Tags : Talk

Do You Love Me?

Do You Love Me?

A Story by Lauren


A conscious talk between a Father and His daughter.
Splintimacy

Splintimacy

A Poem by Joff


Love is not what it once was. We treat our views on love as we treat our politics, our media, it has corrupted.
CANTEEN TALK 1975

CANTEEN TALK 1975

A Poem by Terry Collett


A MALE NURSE IN A CANTEEN IN 1975
WHAT MAX SAID.

WHAT MAX SAID.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A COUPLE IN A BAR AND TALK.
NO BEAUTY IN BETRAYAL.

NO BEAUTY IN BETRAYAL.

A Story by Terry Collett


A MAN AND WIFE TALK OVER A CARD GAME.
THE MAN WHO TALKED TO FISHES.

THE MAN WHO TALKED TO FISHES.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A MAN TALKED TO FISHES.
My friend, Soxy

My friend, Soxy

A Poem by Liz Alexander


Some days being social is hard, meet my friend Soxy and see the craziness he causes me to act.
Aging as a Spiritual Practice

Aging as a Spiritual Practice

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Beautiful summer day. You know you're gonna diethat's why you know no joy.Obsessed with self, there is no answerunless religion, tv, stories, sports m..
"I Hate You"

"I Hate You"

A Story by Hanna Arenstein


A conversation
Welcome to the funeral : Intro

Welcome to the funeral : Intro

A Story by Tyler


The Quote unquote artist
Soul Talk

Soul Talk

A Poem by B


Unlike the rain touching everythingThe soul lives to find likingUpon soft eyes there surely may reside lifeThrough those passing hoursTo meet a soul t..
Pilgrims of a Thought

Pilgrims of a Thought

A Poem by Nisreen


Within or without seeking darkness in lightThe mahogany in teals of brown windsStars relinquish a backdrop of bright daysAs this earth may sing a soft..
Coffee Talk

Coffee Talk

A Poem by Mario Vitale


A conversation with a cup of joe.
Depression Hurts. You Can Help.

Depression Hurts. You Can Help.

A Poem by softiesongbird


My own experience with depression is very mild. I have watched those around me hurt in so may other ways that I can't comprehend. This is my take. A s..
The Conversation

The Conversation

A Poem by Ty


Magic In Words. The Conversation.
I Don't Do The Talking Thing

I Don't Do The Talking Thing

A Poem by goddessofwriting


If I manage to cry, my heart is rejuvenated from its restless slumber.
I can clean. I can drive.

I can clean. I can drive.

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Plenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle Eastare resource wars, disguised as religious debates.So Dad would say.A beautiful winter day, hun..