Tags : Perspective

Fool's Gold

Fool's Gold

A Poem by Mysteria


Sly intervention,of a fools gold love.To justify the lies,of a blind-folded heart.To give is to lose,greed is the new goal of the game.Turning of the ..
She is a honey bee ( 2 ) ~

She is a honey bee ( 2 ) ~

A Poem by Sugar Plum ♥


experiments with the view -2
How to start a Zombie Invasion

How to start a Zombie Invasion

A Story by fiery-san


*essay* In the world of monotony one questions if the zombie invasion has truly began.
Imaginary

Imaginary

A Story by ~AnnaCentric~


A song story with "Imaginary" by Evanescence. Through the eyes of a boy with a sorow for th world. He wishes he could stay trapped in his fantasy worl..
Arcobaleno

Arcobaleno

A Poem by fiery-san


It all depends on perspective...a rainbow or something more?
This, I Believe

This, I Believe

A Story by Cameron Mair


Life is indescribable. No one could ever hope to summarize it into words, because emotions go much farther tha..
Would given a match...

Would given a match...

A Poem by haig ourishian


a man a bus a gas tank some matches my brother inside me standing outside watching paralyzed smiling dying the sky ..
To All My Relations

To All My Relations

A Story by Healing Star


A discussion on this time of change.
David Sings for the masses

David Sings for the masses

A Story by Frederick Smith


A review of the book by the author
Dear Shutterbug

Dear Shutterbug

A Poem by LaMyron


The picture you gave is of a tower.The tower is on a buildingand there are columns on the front.Its chimes are ringingand that song its pompous bees a..
Library

Library

A Story by Court Douglas


Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you want to go, but they w..
Standing in the Shadows

Standing in the Shadows

A Poem by Constance Payne


Life truly is a matter of perspective Inspired by Bamboo shoots and their struggle for the light
In the sea of complexity

In the sea of complexity

A Poem by . : r E L I E V E : . .


What is life?What is purpose?What is that weird stain on the floor that was there when we moved here?I ask these questions everyday.Each question I as..
I can be...

I can be...

A Poem by Canicus


I can bea beautiful field of flowerson a bright summer's dayshining on through countless hoursI can bethe pure hatred in your soulthe thing brings out..