Writing

Promise

A Story by SavyNess

A short story of promise

The Steady Hand that Breaks

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart

In the most of breathing mist by things we used to catch, the ways of setting freedom slowly closing the eyelids one by one, voicing the emotion over ..

My Last Year

A Poem by .

With every drastic decision, someone is affected.

The tale of a hopeless s**t.

A Poem by Thinking Anonymously

I smell them on my sheets, Thought now I'd feel complete, Instead I'm still lost and wondering. I can scrub and can burn, A reminder it's not m..

how to become a sunflower

A Poem by aspen

let your human form waste away,sink beneath the earth with me.I'll sow seeds upon your grave,so that you can resurface as something you can learn to l..

Joy

A Poem by C. Lee Battaglia

we know the joy through our trials.

Paper aeroplane.

A Poem by Onlyme

All they had was paper cups andplenty of writing paper.But he was a happy little soul.This paper aeroplane, Was fromsomeone whomade it for him to play..

The bridge of Love

A Poem by Onlyme

Compassion and lovecan save a life.Kindness can give joy when all hope is lost.Simple actscan mean so much. To the lost souls who need it the most.For..

I Did Something Right

A Poem by Marcello1013

This poem serves as a reminder that no matter where life takes me or how difficult things may get I can always find peace in heart knowing I did somet..

Closure

A Poem by Saptaparna

I write in free verses, this poem was meant to console me from a situation where I didn't get any sort of closure and it made me realize that no closu..

Disfiguring

A Poem by Saptaparna

i believei was slowly distortinginto figuresthat i was noti believei was disfiguring intoa popsicle, the sort of flavoronly you likei believei don't e..

Fragility

A Poem by Saptaparna

the fragility of my hollow eyesmy hard armormy heavy shouldermy silencei'm breathing my last breathwhile knowing thatyou'll never seethe silenceof my ..

Fear

A Poem by Saptaparna

Things I am afraid of:Being unraveled,Opening a dimension within myself thatEven I am not aware of.Having slightly folded pages,to revisit after.Getti..

Festering

A Poem by Saptaparna

Do your thoughts ever decay out of repetition,Or maybe because of overthinking too much?Do they rot by sitting in one place of your brain for too long..