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Do You?A Poem by leroybWalking a New Orleans grave yard. Or any grave yard, if you don't know about New Orleans. |
10/11/09A Poem by Alexander EmbersonHow do you know who you are in a land of stone faces? |
Curiosity At The Drop Of A Stone.A Poem by SilentScreamingMmhm. The small white stone penetrates the surface masking me wonder if my life has purpose why am i here? why do i exist? |
The two housesA Poem by kjsa. |
The Wishing Stone - one sceneA Story by Tegon MausAs we grew older it became the conduit between us. We would take turns holding it, talking for hours before making our wish. |
WindA Poem by KaraWind brushes my faceI run my fingers through lush grassThe Sun's glow encompasses meI Inhale it's warmthI flow with Wind's danceChills awaken througho.. |
MUSIC ENGRAVED IN THE STONE OF LIFEA Poem by Rik Bbecause Rebekah ‘s love of music needs to be engraved in the stone of life |
Chapter 4 KeroberosA Chapter by InkmoonDamn you Demeter |
Behind the doorA Story by Dream HunterA mysterious little door... Does he dare open it? |
Ode to MusingA Poem by Honestly, AbeMuse I make my homeSettling myself around youIn a purple stone bowl-It fills faster than I can photographA distinct moment andI lord over a brea.. |
Medusa and HeraclesA Poem by Honestly, AbeShe’s got a hundred sultry eyesFlickering like old swamp lampsStanding waist deep in still lakewaterHer spider leg fingers clutch his cellphoneB.. |
Sense of PlaceA Poem by Honestly, AbeMy home is a stone bowl filled with blanketsThat I snuggle into when I’m alone, and homeAnd smuggle my favorite things, too: crayonsThe Phantom .. |
Sycamore StoneA Poem by WhalesGhostly mockingbirds,With freakish squawks in blossoms.With imaginary wizards,Drained by beautiful complexity,and obscene flesh.They embrace with thei.. |
NeedleworkA Poem by Raccoony... |
Chapter1, Rocky PreludeA Chapter by Calico-wolfNoticing differences, playing with fire, and taking nice long vacations to far away lands. |
Shadows Of A StoneA Story by BlackFoxBravoThis is just a little something I thought of in about one hour and I sort of liked it. I would really appreciate your opinions on this piece and wheth.. |
An Old and Stone CompanionA Story by MadameBlackThey were as much friends in her mind as was her favorite pair of shoes or the equally old couple next door to her; friends as familiar things become. |