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Listen Closely

Listen Closely

A Poem by Kathrine Rethorn


Raise your children well, they are the future.
Saturday Afternoon

Saturday Afternoon

A Poem by Sunny Day


A whirlwind of wisdom swirls as I’m lying on the sunflowers sewn in my quilt. Ultraviolet rays ..
by the sand

by the sand

A Poem by B


Coconuts infused in the sandSoft skin by the lazy sunBooks of stories to loveAll the times riding the waveClouds of faces always knownNo distress in m..
A Gentle Autumn Story

A Gentle Autumn Story

A Story by Lawrence Kinden


Lenore left her parents' house through her bedroom window with an umbrella, a heavy scarf, and a desire to escape the adults in their alcohol-infused ..
Autumn

Autumn

A Poem by Court


What I think of when I think of fall
Let it Snow!

Let it Snow!

A Poem by Surabhi Kaushik


Snow is nature's beautiful white carpet. Sometimes I want to walk in the snow, sometimes, just sit back and enjoy the view.
                                             On The Edge

On Th..

A Poem by angel


There we stood alone when she saw a light. With shadows so dark and a chill. So lost and alone on the edge of terror.
Stop, Chill, Relax.

Stop, Chill, Relax.

A Poem by Onlyme


We all want to be heard above the noise.But sometimeswe drown out our self!First and foremost!From the noise, from within!Sometimes. We need to stop, ..
Blowing up like a Pidgeon

Blowing up like a Pidgeon

A Poem by mobiustrip


Rapped to the beat of Eminem - Infinite (the song) One of the few eminem songs I am particularly fond of.
A chill crisp morn

A chill crisp morn

A Poem by Onlyme


A chilly crisp mornThe snow thick on the groundoutside.Picture perfect sceneOf an alpine village inSwitzerland.Cosy, sweet and delightful tothe eyesto..
Exaggeration of a Saturday Morning

Exaggeration of a Saturday Morning

A Story by Joshua


One Saturday morning, I hear the rattling sound of the pouring rain. The aroma of my freshly brewed coffee. You can say this is just a perfect Saturda..
Tundrawolf Musings

Tundrawolf Musings

A Poem by Austin Wade Runyon


Abstract icy musings of a tundrawolf with winter depression
Arctic Wolf

Arctic Wolf

A Chapter by Sir Aphid


A haiku
cursed memories

cursed memories

A Poem by Solilo


its between 4 and 5 am and I'm lonely and high and my brain is turning empty and voidful again.

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