Tags : reborn

Lovelorn.

Lovelorn.

A Poem by Justin Littlefield


Lovelorn.All those years gone, I bear this broken bond.Youth is lost, left with curs’d thoughts contrite.I believed we belonged… so fond ..
Reborn

Reborn

A Story by LuLuIcey


I am a shadow, deep deep in one's heart. To be honest, I am nothing, from the second I was born till now.I am dead, years ago. Fears cover the soul, t..
Death

Death

A Story by LuLuIcey


My feeling towards death.
Cliffs

Cliffs

A Poem by Eponine is my Spirit Anim..


Based on a tumblr post I saw.
The First Touch

The First Touch

A Poem by Bria Mars


A paralyzed woman feels for the first time.
Reborn

Reborn

A Poem by Zorrin86


There will be no more room in Elysium If we fritter away our time in the shadows, All alone in some forgotten pantry The curvy spider spins her ..
life journey

life journey

A Poem by Urja Gokani


life starts when you are bornsome born in a rich familysome in a poor one'sbut that does not matterit's about how you live itit's about how you dream ..
Overnight

Overnight

A Poem by Antoñyo


More mushy stuff
It was just a dream

It was just a dream

A Poem by king louis


what is the meaning of life?
Breathe In

Breathe In

A Poem by hdean


the cold air is stinging my throat with a vigor that I haven't felt in a long time
Discomfort and discontinuity

Discomfort and discontinuity

A Poem by Seth


A small narrative poem which I attempted to break free of classical prose while keeping the classical form
Bowie rang the bell

Bowie rang the bell

A Story by Cahir McDaid


A story i wrote shortly after David Bowie's death about what it would be like (mean) if he rang someone's doorbell late at night
Love's Landfill

Love's Landfill

A Poem by Vince Moore


Words trickle off thine's tongue like a waterfall of lies.Purposely dodging every glance of thee's sightWhy can't thine look at thee with loveWith rem..
The End

The End

A Poem by Nikolean


What really is the end?
A Funeral For the Flowers

A Funeral For the Flowers

A Poem by Unfold Reality


A short conceit. Flowers act as the vehicle to hopefully carry a universal motif that you may perceive as you wish.
Change

Change

A Poem by Ashlyn Olivia


An addicts mind is a curious place. Let me guide you to the sky on vines
Second Chance

Second Chance

A Book by KumquatPanda


She thought that her life was over, but that was only the beginning. She was reborn as in a strange world that seemed like something straight out of a..