recluse
Under a Rock
Battle-scarred, rally car racing hearts and shards of artistic personalities are developing pneumonia on ten foot canvases. They bare equivalence to hermits. It isn't as dark in caves when you're brighter than white lig…
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troubles
Whose Child is This? (A Virtual Journal Entry)
I've been away, neglecting my work and self. I was gone for too long, so long, in fact, that I almost forgot who I was and what I enjoyed. I'm still figuring all that out, who isn't? I broke up with my isolation and f…
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vacation
Home for the Holidays pt. 1
This is a post of a memory from a time that I have yet to live through. Log cabins are colder when you're spending the holidays in them; alone. Your firewood isn't quite dry, so you use your 44" TV to cr…
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writer
Poem of The Week #9 - Summer Rain
Summer Rain By: Sayeda Anjoom Whenever it rains I feel so free Do not rush for cover under a tree I stroll along the empty streets As the thunder loudly beats Wind swirls and lightning splashes Pittar patter rain…
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writing
Poem of the Week #8 - The Lost Key
The Lost Key By: Sayeda Anjoom Here beneath a Cherry I lie Busy squirrels are romping by Sad and sunken in your thoughts Counting sighs time has brought Pink flowers drizzle upon me Where I lost my golden key …
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writing
Poem of the Week #7 - Green Pain
Green Pain By: Sayeda Anjoom How could I be so broken Surrounded by this summer green Why does my heart bleed Flashing back at distant scene Chickadees sing unsung songs Band…
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writing
Tree Mate (A Poem)
Tree Mate By: Sayeda Anjoom Goodbye, oh my beloved tree You mean so very much to me Crawling down mother's lap-bed Paced to embrace your tender shade Compromising with the cradle's rock Passing by the neigh…
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story
Letter From Mum (a short)
A Letter From Mum By: Ray Scott Oy, love! I miss you tons. Your father lays awake thinking about you and we want you to come home. We wish you could. Last night, over supper, we were yammering on about the time you g…
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writing
Poem of the Week #6 - Discovery
DISCOVERY By: Bruce Louis Dodson Our enemy is faster Without doubts and Unencumbered by the cloth of ethics Without mercy Wearing skins of every race Beyond the reach of simple justice. Do not think that he is beaten in a sin…
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writing
Destination
DESTINATION By: Debbie Billingsley I know where I'm heading It's been a long time coming I've trodden many paths I've backtracked many times I've taken wrong turns And I've gotten lost on …
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writing
The Writer's Society Isn't a Nice Place to Belong to... (A Rant)
The Writer's Society Isn't a Nice Place to Belong to... (A Rant) by: Ray T. Scott How often do you hear my cries for attention? How frequently have you seen my heart written in digital ink, sprawled across…
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writing
Space (A Musing)
Space I want to go to space. I want to experience the universe. To learn the knowledge of the stars. I want to get lost in a black hole and explore the depth of a new dimension. I want to see comets shoot past me and enjoy the…
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Poetry
Poem Of The Week #3
Untitled by Adam ( @adamiixa ) What's dead can never die That's how I'm still alive I'm a mess Always thinking I’m less than other people What’s my fucking worth? I've been bullied till 10th grade I’m…
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writing
Cooper Woods
COOPER WOODS Written by: Debbie Billingsly Sunday night dressed to thrill The pub was full Atmosphere charged I lose myself on the dance floor Music pulsating in perfect rhythm The tunes hypnotic The danc…
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Poetry
Poem Of The Week #2
Untitled Written by: LF ( @allweknowislyds ) Your scent still clings to my skin Like an infant to its mother It envelopes me in a hug I no longer get Takes me back to a place I long to forget A past time, a past m…
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writing
The Tree
THE TREE Written by: Debbie Billingsley I close my eyes and drift away I open my mind, my thoughts go astray But I know where they're going Because I've been there before My special place of peace…
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writing
Substance
Substance Written by: Debbie Billingsley I crave the substance I acquire bags of it In abundance In my dreams In my thoughts But in reality I can't touch it Smells of cat piss Doesn't taste any …
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sadness
Clouded Thoughts
Pretty cold bold blue colorless clouds make sounds of whispers and shivers of shards of crystal glitters quiver down your shirt. Little brittle icicles trickle down and around the crown of home. To the ground they r…
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