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Two Steps Forward... One step backA Poem by Sad PenguinMy struggles to move forward with my inner demons. |
Ode to You, IA Poem by Jesse LancasterIt's not really an ode, I just thought it'd be a good title! I've been working on this one for a while. |
Outside of the LinesA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..I lend them my fingertips to search for the sunlight of my feelings until I hear the words that rhyme with we.......... |
The Whispers I Get At Night Part 1 Of The Jack the..A Story by Artemis Lykaios Nightshad..Jack the Ripper short story series |
Beautiful YouA Poem by Just Another WriterBeautiful - having beauty; having qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting the senses or mind. |
The Whispers that Slip through my FingersA Poem by that-little-green-monsterSometimes we wish we could hold on. |
Whispers from BelowA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicA man is disappointed in people who betrayed him, so he also becomes vunerable to evil influences... |
With My Naked SoulA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..I would dance upon your chest with my naked soul.......... |
(2nd Night) WhispersA Chapter by M. Kier McCareyThe second chapter, a little more detailed, definitely more risque than the others. |
Know Too MuchA Poem by Wild Willow BlueNight has never been more dangerous than in the eyes of a child. |
Quiet WhispersA Poem by MsJewel~ a collaboration with Trace ~ |
My PastA Poem by Speak in SilenceWater fills blackened lungsConstrained by my past demonsScars fill my armsSlight sounds of whispers in the windFrom past loves and broken heartsMy hea.. |
WhispersA Story by Kaen ShukketsuEh I don't know just something to write. |
Horizon (untitled, really..)A Poem by amzI wrote this 2 or 3 years ago and never edited it, so it's a bit rough..just some raw writing. |
RecollectionA Poem by Louis McNabCan we re-discover our youth and the wonders it brought even after we've abandoned it all? Is there something that can take us back to the times past?.. |
we whisper amongst ourselvesA Story by Hey Hey ReneeSometimes, when it’s late at night, the dark speaks to her.She lies in bed, curling into herself, watching the headlights from cars passing thro.. |