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You're an Irreplaceable Treasure

You're an Irreplaceable Treasure

A Poem by Poet Pittinix


This is the blues.
Rebel Girl Mclean

Rebel Girl Mclean

A Story by Poet Pittinix


It's a short story about a conversation between a man and a woman on a taxi.
The Absurd Concept of Eyerape

The Absurd Concept of Eyerape

A Poem by Poet Pittinix


This composition touches on a controversial topic.
DIANN

DIANN

A Story by R J Fuller


When the mountain top is just always one hand's reach beyond comprehending.
Women

Women

A Poem by Lana


women work in unisonwith the universeit's a collaborationof two versesand the chorussays"life is ahead of usif we want itif it chases us"but nowin thi..
Mystifying Love

Mystifying Love

A Poem by Poet Pittinix


This poem explores the mysteries of love.
she was like the rain

she was like the rain

A Poem by Juse


as the water begins to fallis her wounded and shattered self's callsometimes she's not herselfshe cries, feels lonelyand uncertain to ask for helpyet ..
Ambition - In Kamalas own words

Ambition - In Kamalas own words

A Poem by Dr Robert Ippaso


A political parody
What does my birthday mean to me ?

What does my birthday mean to me ?

A Poem by Dr Sharmila Parajuli


"To myself on my birthday"
Pink Dress Kind of Girl

Pink Dress Kind of Girl

A Poem by Linda Guittar


PINK DRESS KIND OF GIRLI'm not a pink dress kind of girl      anymore,that sugar-sweet, Stephanie-ish, unquestioning sha..
Howz your rapunzel? - RAVIN'S INK PROMPT- Oct27 -Nov2- From India, TN

Howz your rapunzel? - RAVIN'S INK PROMPT- Oct27 -N..

A Story by Jeyanthi


Ravink's ink prompt- hair. This is prose poem. It doesn't rhyme, but still a story of tangled mine. 😅
HER STORY -   THEIR STORIES

HER STORY - THEIR STORIES

A Story by Willys Watson


HER STORY - THEIR STORIES> At night, on a darkened street when she has good friends as passengers, she sometimes turns off the car’s headligh..
Free Rides

Free Rides

A Poem by Lana


Missed opportunity, so unprecedented,And the president's public eye has deniedThe free rides of a few, by pure design,Reflections of traditions, disto..
Protection

Protection

A Poem by promisedtothetides


I love my little pocket knife!

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