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Rantings and Ravings of the Gracefully InsaneA Book by NicoleA collection of scraps, basically. Some are essays, others are just snippets of my casual observations and personal meditations. Some are even chapter.. |
MotionlessA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicAll this media and stuff telling us what to do....what will we turn into? |
BlindersA Poem by CMore writing at: https://punkrockpericaliya.wordpress.com/ By Celeste Czarnecki |
Fantasy PatchA Book by Stephen GeezMedia master Danté promotes designer prescription drugs, but conspiracy and murder paint a picture even he cannot erase. |
Don't Hate, AppreciateA Poem by Ashley MarieMy poem about bullying& some of my experience with being bullied this is really personal&emotional for me, It all got better I still hear comments, no.. |
Blue MondayA Poem by riskrapperSuper Bowl Sunday deconstructed the day after |
Brain.A Poem by LianaI really exhaust myself… I really exhaust myself… Did I just say that? Did I just think that? Which voice was that? Do I need.. |
Dead SocietyA Poem by Lena RossmoreThey call it a democracy,A theocracy,Evenaristocracy.I call it Mediocracy.Because in this day and ageYou dont control what you think and say.Two plus .. |
The Blind ShepherdA Poem by TwistedmeWhat leads us but is blind itself? |
My GenerationA Poem by power_silenceSome thoughts on new communication technologies and their affect. Cultural criticism... |
The Ideology of BitchologyA Poem by Jess JulesThe ideology of bithchology is a misconfiguration of the feminist mindIf I somehow take the sting out of being a b***h by happily proclaiming the stig.. |
The Truth is 96 Lines LongA Poem by BMEatonGates of knotted scarves, ruinedred ribbons like tangledChinese finger-traps. Golden marble namesin memoriam of stormswhere dreams were tossed and blo.. |
Social Media FaultsA Poem by J.There are some serious problems with Social Media. |
Shut Down EyesA Poem by Natashawhat happens when technology takes a hold on us, what do we become? |
What IfA Story by Christopher WalkerGossip is a cocktail. Made of one part self hatred, one part boredom with a splash of a secret longing for more in life. Fear is the glass into whic.. |
Crumbling Under a FeatherA Poem by Naomi BloomA poem about women with body image issues. |