Writing

Don't Glamorize It

A Poem by Aline Montz

Coming to terms with my own infatuation, recognizing it for what it is, enjoying the rush, and letting go. Real love will always be there, but chemica..

My Silver Saviour & The Rush

A Poem by felica mariiee

Click, my silver saviourappears.Gasp, as it opens my flesh.Blink, the rush begins.Gasp, I remove the blade.Breathe in, as a clean my fresh wound.Breat..

To Describe It In Words

A Poem by Obbligato

An Attempt To Encapsulate That Feeling In Its Entirety

Rush

A Poem by Reena

Inspired by some of the poems of my friend Siddhartha!

A Rush..from the Past

A Poem by Winters_Lost_Walk

I took a stroll in the path we used to follow,Inhaling the familiar scents we left behind.Every single memory stands stillWhere weeds have now grown,C..

S Dot

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey

about people who think life is about clutter and not about enjoying the simplicity of each moment

Rush

A Poem by Emma Pond

Take things slow, it's easier that way.

Consciousness in ink-the agony of writing poetry

A Poem by mogie

it can be so difficult putting pen to paper when writing poetry, finding the words which relate to an emotion bring a rush of strange feelings, any th..

An unexpected move

A Story by Haim Kadman

An excerpt of the book 'The remote control'.

Urgency

A Poem by Jessica Jean

There's an urgency to see you And an urgency to touch A silent screaming of my being Aching for your being so much There's a certain way I miss ..

Red Barchetta

A Poem by The Analog Kid

On of my favorite Rush tunes for driving. Seems so prophetic. A little twist on the lyrics and lyricist. Watch out for the alloy air cars **see lyr..

I Love You, Too

A Poem by Meg Craft

What love feels like.

CHAPTER II. START OF THE RUSH HOUR

A Chapter by Dhaye

“Clarrise, wake up!” a loud voice and a shake in my shoulder has stopped my romantic evening in my dream.

Lock and Dam

A Poem by Chelle

A poem I wrote about an amazing experience I had hanging out with my fellow seniors in high school for one of the last times.

The Old West

A Poem by Andrew N. Farrens

Potent Trees burned and filled my filthy, dark bed-room with thick smoke & I was inspired by the historically inaccurate movie 'Wyatt Earp', the prete..

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