Tags : Becoming

What We Can Become

What We Can Become

A Poem by Lexi Richard


Though I am a young,Naive and innocent one,I have discovered so muchAbout what we must becomeWe mustn't be teachers,Writers nor priests,We must be kno..
Life Like a Child

Life Like a Child

A Poem by Nous


Life like play-dough squeezed and molded hearts, tears, smiles, and smirks what is this are we just tacking on mass just a conglomerate of ou..
Relieve the Buttress

Relieve the Buttress

A Poem by Nous


letting it fall
Canvas

Canvas

A Poem by Maskedthoughts


A blank canvas desperate for the paint to seep into its cracks Longing to be splattered with bright colours, and painted with life. To paint over ..
The Leaving Ballad

The Leaving Ballad

A Poem by JessicaRose


I left the frosty New York skylineon crystalline mornings. I couldn't handle the clarity,didn't want it.I knew there was no place for me:enmeshed in s..
Discoveries

Discoveries

A Story by Victoriana


I closed the door to the world behind my back,I locked myself behind my ribsI dug into never ending web ofArteries and veins and let the streamOf ..
1 - Becoming

1 - Becoming

A Chapter by Hello Sweetie


My name was Melody Baxter, but now it is Firae, dark whisper. A lot has changed in 2000 years, let me start at the beginning, back when I was h..
Becoming Grey

Becoming Grey

A Poem by Anna


Cast me into the oceanof the darkest blueand the terrible night.Cast me into the seawhere the waves cryunder the silver light.Cast me into the trenchc..
Overbalancing

Overbalancing

A Poem by Satish Verma


The space between the two ends, was becoming
Writing Furtively

Writing Furtively

A Poem by Satish Verma


Becoming musical at the end time,
Mother

Mother

A Poem by Windah


A realization
Becoming

Becoming

A Poem by Lauren


Broken inside my mind, A misstep slipped into a thousand shattered bones. Tongue twisted in knots. Who would ask. . . Could a man becom..
The Journey

The Journey

A Poem by Patrick Ramsey


Life and its evolution.
Call to Consider

Call to Consider

A Poem by Footprints al carbon


The force of time is strong.
Did Not We Cry?

Did Not We Cry?

A Poem by Satish Verma


Ash and smoke. I am fever, not becoming
Cross Beams

Cross Beams

A Poem by Satish Verma


A quest for negativity after becoming apolitical.
Now I Speak

Now I Speak

A Poem by Satish Verma


Becoming myself, in the light of a flint, I
Flickering Curtain

Flickering Curtain

A Poem by Satish Verma


Circles under the eyes becoming darker―
Becoming Invisible

Becoming Invisible

A Story by Roger C Simmons


Born into a family with issues!